Give a what, now?

Magnet #1266 - Puerto Rican Parrot

When I was in grade school, I had the only big slumber party I was ever allowed. All my friends came over, sleeping bags and typewriters or word processors (shut it) in hand.

It was a big "let's all do our endangered species papers over at Joy's house" slumber party (again, shut it).

My paper was on the parrot, dunno if it was this Puerto Rican parrot on this magnet that my friend gave me, but it's close enough.

So, here's a heart-warming story. Apparently, these Puerto Rican parrots were down to like 10 parrots left in the world in the 1970s, which is why they were on the endangered species list in the first place.

As I was doing my research for this magnetpost, I found this article about how a zoologist from NC State University was helping reintroduce parrots back into the wild. At the time, there were only 40 or so birds left. The very last line of the article said:

"Within a decade, Collazo hopes there will be at least 100 Puerto Rican parrots in the wild."

Ya'll, that article was written in 2000.

It's now 2011. And look what this article written earlier this summer has to say about the current parrot population:

"It is difficult to pinpoint the number of birds because they are elusive and not all have functioning radio collars. But White said there are 20-25 in El Yunque, east of San Juan, and 40-70 in Rio Abajo Nature Preserve in western Puerto Rico."

Yay! That's pretty much a hundred! Talk about people giving a shit!

Yes, yes, I know - don't get me started on MTV's new social awareness campaign called give-a-shit.org. I'm pretty sure I don't know if it's real or fake...just that I want to jump out a window when I see it.

And no, no unlike this superpretty parrot, I can't fly.

Freakin' birds

Magnet #1192 - Blue bird

Dudes, I can't figure this little guy out. Where'd his other eye go? Is he shushing us with a wing to his beak?

I swear, he just ended up in my street fair basket because he too, was blue and cute. But that's about all I can figure why I own him.

Ya'll know I hate birds. Like, with a passion. (Well, except for watching and Tweeting the latest happenings from Hummingbird Hollow in my backyard.)

So we have these two cockatiels that live downstairs in the laundry room, Mom inherited them from some family friends who didn't want to take them out to their snowbird house in Vegas. They drive me up the wall. Seriously.

They look at me with evil eyes, and they know I don't like 'em. In fact, when I'm doing laundry and standing there - the male bird quickly moves to shield the female from me. He immediately puts himself in between the female and me. It's not like I'd hurt them or anything! Sheesh!

They also sing - loudly. A cacophony of chirping and tweeting. No rhyme or reason, they're just very, very loud in the morning and early in the evening.

Today, I found out that we could supposedly take them out of the cage and let them sit on our fingers. NO.

That's like my worst nightmare come true, those birds flying all around, and landing on me. Ugh.

NO.

Now. If somehow the door to the birdcage, the door to the garage and the garage door itself somehow magically opened all at the same time...now, wouldn't that be something?