Amy's Joy

joykerry @ 2005-10-25T21:47:00

2005-10-26T01:50:12Z

A few weeks ago, my human brought home big, heavy, thick books. Shes talking about some big tests she has to take, so she can leave me. I didn't like the sound of that, so I shredded a couple of books. She didn't like that too much.

Tonight, when we were watching tv, the human in the chair was flossing her teeth. I decided that was the most fascinating thing in the world, so I kept flying back to her. and back. And back. My human (she has some dominance issues) kept taking me back, telling me used dental floss is bad for me, and trying to give me a clean piece. Whats the fun in unused dental floss, I ask you? The same goes for tissues.

Anyway, I have more books to shred.

joykerry @ 2005-06-08T21:12:00

2005-06-09T01:13:26Z

I like to get wet.

My mom cups her hands under the shiney faucet and I dance under it.

I like to throw the water at mom but I don't like getting myself wet so much.

I like to do it just before she goes to school, becuase that is how she gets stylish.

joykerry @ 2005-04-04T17:17:00

2005-04-04T21:19:10Z

theres a buncha new toys in mom's basket, and a millet holder. she let me check them out but she wont hang them in my cage.

She says they're for when she "goes away."

Im not sure I like the sound of that...

but i like the sound of new toys. Hope she goes away soon.

joykerry @ 2005-03-02T18:38:00

2005-03-02T23:41:21Z

Thats my pet. Her name is SQWWAAAAAAK SCREEEEAM CHIRP.

shes reasonably well behaved, but I'm still working on getting her trained better. Sometimes I have to scream a looong time before she gives me what I want :(

Im thinking of trying a new method I read about, called clicker training. SUpposedly, positive reinforment works best when working with dumb animals.

we'll see.

-joy

tell me why does the caged bird sing?

2005-02-25T01:56:51Z

because he has so many great toys, thats why.

joykerry @ 2005-02-14T20:27:00

2005-02-15T01:28:50Z

Im learning yoga.

see?

crazy crazy crazy

2005-02-09T19:59:13Z

I'm craaazy. my mommy knows it and told me the next step is a budgie straight jacket.I like pllets, but not the expensive organic ones, just rainbow zupreem.

I only eat pellets after I've eaten seed. I might eat some pellets in the morning, but by the afternoon, I'm getting peckis and can no longer eat anything but seed.

Mommy tried to make me a veggie treat today but screwed it up. (people are stewpid) She cookes the snowpea, green bean, sumemr squash, and carrot so long they got nasty and hard and she couldnt even make mash.

She offered it to me but I wouldnt touch it, even when she stirred a little seed in.

She gave me lettuce and a piece of broccoli instead.

I <3 broccoli and lettuce.

I <3<3<3<3<3<3 seeds.

joykerry @ 2005-02-08T20:05:00

2005-02-09T01:08:23Z

THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.

Recent studies have shown that they were wrong all along... birds in captivity DO need seed.

In fact, they need MORE SEED than birds in the wild do.

Studies by very brilliant harvard-educated budgies have proven this to be true.

YOU MUST give your bird acess to all the seed he wants, 24 hours a day, unless you wish to risk youe budgies life and happiness.

PELLETS are harmful to a bird's health.

DO NOT FEED PELLETS. I cannot stress this enough. Those things taste horrible, and are really worth nthing nutritionally. Seeds... they're much better. More balenced. Less fatty.

NO MORE PELLETS.

DOWN WITH PELLETS UP WITH SEEDS!!

Love,
a very hungry, seed deprived budgie.

Earrings

2005-01-25T02:19:02Z

I love earrings.

Mom loves it when I chew her earrings, especially when I break them.

doesnt she look happy?

joykerry @ 2004-11-11T20:55:00

2004-11-12T02:09:27Z

My name is Joy Kerry Barriger.

I am an American Budgie, a Harlequin.

I am beautiful, everybody says so... particularly my mommy.

I live in a house with my mommy, her mommy, her daddy, her brother, and her fish. Im spoiled rotton: mommy is consantly feeding me treats and snuggling with me and buying my toys. (but quite frankly, I prefer her hair to any of the toys.)

She had to wait three months to finally bring me home from the breeder, so by the time she got me she was about as well educated as a new-mommy can be. I've lived in my new home almsot three weeks: I will be 11 weeks old on November 13. Every day my mommy takes me out and snuggles with me and tries to con me into eating vegetables: but usually she slacks off and ends up eating my snack.

Mommy says I'm brilliant, but I have a rather short attention span. When we do our "speach training" I can barely stand to sit still for more than a few minutes. THe whole thing is rather ludicrous, she knows I'm not physically capable of forming human speech yet, but she sits down in a quiet room with my on her finger and says "J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY! J-OY!" Every tiem I chrip she praises me, and when i bite she ignores me, continuing with her mantra: "J-OY! J-OY!" Usually, I end up trying to fly away on clipped wings, and fluttering to the ground, at which point AMy shrieks, scoops me up and cuddles with me.

We do trick trianing too: she's actually getitng somewhere with this. I sit on her finger, and she holds my favorite treat: an ornage-flavored honey seed stick. "George Bush is a moron!" she says, and she waves the treat so I nod my head. When I nod, I get the treat. Sometimes I forget and just try to climb on the treat, but I'm getting there. Ultimately, I'll learn how to do it regardless of the treat.

Training isnt as much fun as snuggle and paly time, though. SNuggle time just means I rub my head on mom untill she gives me scritches, but paly time can be anything. My favoirte game is to take my pink chew toy (my favorite), dorp it off the edge of the table, and chrip annyoedly till she picks it up. I can play that one FOREVER! (or just untill mom takes away my toy and gives me a carrot instead.) Sometimes I go on my special swing that has seeds in it, or on my little gym with bells an ladders. SOmetimes, I toddle around on mommys lap or bed, and soemtimes I forage for food on the big jungle that is mom's kitchen table.

I love to chew paper, I get all the junk mail I want... and I still manage to chew up mommy's scholwork as well. (So far I've chewed "Julius Caesar" and "the once and futue king," as well as ocuntless amgazines and essays.)

I know I havent been here very long, and sometimes mom's protectiveness can be obnoxious, but I think I'm a pretty spoiled biridie.

Ciao!

Joy

(translated by Amy, aka mom)