Birds are back

'Ello, back with pictures of my plumb little horny birds. Cute as they may be they are evil incarnate when they wish to be.



Hehehe, my Zebra hen looks curious, but my silverbill looks like he just crapped himself.

I be a creeper staring at cha' as you sleep. (Ladies and Gentlemen we have another canidate for Edward "stalker" Cullen, I think he'd do a better job than the other guy. ;P )

The little horny puffballs I call birds. I swear it's like bird porn every five minutes.

Here's a better picture of Alastair my Indian Silverbill. He's a sweetheart.

And after a bit of research I find out the pet store lied. He's not a silverbill. he's a Brown black Soceity Finch! Supposedly a very treastured colouration. Go Oreo, you're special!

After many days of sex the birds are paid off, with this! (which they destoryed in their mad rush to move the nest to the other side. Dl )

Here's the baby from the clutch they laid on the other side of the cage. He's about two weeks old and HUGE. They started off smaller than a nickel.

In the immortal words of Liz Smith "Bitch, get me a sandwich!"

Here's the proud and ADD parents. They barely even sit on them anymore.