Monday, May 30, 2005

"Parrots of Telegraph Hill"

Although we haven't been lucky enough to have this wonderful movie close enough for us to go see yet, the reviews we are hearing are the best. Check out the full city listing to see when it will be playing in your area. The movie trailer is pretty cool to watch as well. You can click on the title link above or enter the url shown below in your browser. If you would like to post a review here, please do so.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Bonnie's Birdie Bread

2 cups corn meal
1/4 cup white flour
1/4 cup flax seed
as much Harrison's Fine High Potency as you can stand
a little Zupreem Cockatiel flavored pellets (colored to get the babies to eat)
2 and 1/4 teaspoons baking powder
3 jars of Sweet Potatoes baby food
2 eggs (the eggs shells from the eggs, but you must dry them
and then crush them very fine
1 cup unflavored plain whole yogurt (fat free or not)
1/4 cup peanut butter

I mixed all the dry ingredients very well with my wire whisk. I mixed
all the wet ingredients very well with my other wire whisk.

I then put the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and mixed them
up with a spoon. Then I put everything into an 8 inch glass cake pan
coated with Pam spray and baked it at 450 degrees for 25 minutes.

The birds loved it. ALL of the birds including the babies.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

By: Spike –a-tiel

I am here to tell you, that from a Cockatiel’s point of view, Green Sucks!!!

“Why do you feel that way?” you ask. Well, here’s the deal:

Ever since the first Green Bird (Mom called him a Quaker) moved in, my life has never been the same. When, the second one got here, it was worse. Green birds are mouthy and dangerous. I am in fear of my toes and my very life all of the time. They never stay on their own houses and are always trying to break into my house and bite my toes and kill me.

My cousin, Mickey-tiel, came to visit, for a while. His house was right beside mine. One day they both snuck over to our houses when Mom wasn’t looking. I knew what they were up to; so I stayed right in the middle of my perch so they couldn’t reach me with those sharp beaker-peakers of theirs. But; Mickey is a city boy and not to bright about stuff either. He hung onto his cage bars and the Evil One that my Mom calls Molly B., bit his toe so hard that Mom had to cut it clean off.

One of the Green things finally went over a bridge of some kind and I thought I was safe. But; that Molly is worse than both of them were together. She is always making a racket, sneaking over to my house and sitting on my roof, threatening to kill me. My Mom tells her not to go to other people’s houses, but she doesn’t listen. She slides down her house leg like a green fireman and runs across the room and up my house leg. I am in danger every time my mom turns her back. I wish that green bird would find another home, because she makes my life miserable.


(Spike a-tiel is a free lance writer and when asked if he would like to add a personal bio to his article he simply replied: “I was born a rich little bird all covered with pearly spots, then some really poor lady paid $35 for me and took me home and loved me so much that my pearly colored spots fell off.”)