Christmas Time is Here…

… Happiness and Cheer!

I love Christmas time.  The visiting and celebrating with family and friends, baking, decorating, giving gifts, time off work – it’s all great!  My husband and I were both sick at the beginning of our holidays this year, and spent two days lying on the couch, hacking up a lung or two.  We even missed  out on Christmas Eve mass, and tried to watch on TV but we didn’t even make it through the first 1/2 hour before we both passed out.  But we were able to get out of the house on Christmas day to see our families, which I would have been greatly upset if we were not able to.

One of the traditions that we decided to start when we got married, is to buy one or two ornaments that reflect on the big things that have happened to us in the past year.  For our first Christmas, we got an ornament dedicated to our first Christmas as a married couple; a house for the year we bought our first house, an ornament for each pet that we have brought into our homes, and ornaments commemorating trips we’ve taken.  This year, we added a crown for our bird, Loki, who passed away in August – he thought he was the king of the castle, so only fitting that he gets a crown!

I’m sharing some photos of those ornaments, so you can share in our memories – they may not mean much to you, but we put them up every year, reminiscing on the history we are creating together.  I hope everyone also had the chance to create family traditions, and share in memories both happy and bittersweet, with your loved ones.

(p.s. – this is a new type of gallery WordPress has up – click on any photo to enlarge them all, and flip through them one by one)




Today is a sad day…

I haven’t written about my two birds nearly as much as I should have been, or will in the future.  They are amazing little creatures, with such personality and passion for whatever they do – something I try to take a lesson from every day. 

This morning, I found my younger bird, Loki, passed away in his sleep cage.  He just turned three years old 2 months ago, and I was looking forward to watching him grow and mature over the next 20 years. 

Needless to say, my husband and I are in a state of shock – we have taken the day off of work, in order to get his body to the vet for a necropsy, and our other bird, Taz there as well for blood work, in case Loki died of something contagious.  I’ve spent most of the morning grieving for my little monster, and now I’ve decided to celebrate his short little life, by making a post about him.

Loki is the name of the Norse god of mischief.  It definitely fit our little guy – he was assertive, curious, stubborn, happy, and had a zeal for life that could not be matched.  If you were in his ‘inner circle’, you got to be in the presence of a creature that knew how to live it up, and made sure nobody stopped him. If you were not one of the lucky few who was able to see this side of him, you saw the territorial, defensive Loki, always ready to defend his little world, and those who resided within it.  He was a terror and a sweetheart all in one.

Loki loved to be everywhere his flock was – that would be Taz, my husband, and myself.  God forbid if you left him behind; you’d pay for it later.  Loki was affectionate on his own terms, and gave love nips to those he cared about endlessly; to the point that you would have to beg him to stop, they would start to hurt so much.  He loved to be swung through the air while holding onto your fingers, like a ferris wheel gone out of control. He’d sing to his favourite tune on the radio, and growl like a little lion if you tried to steal his food away.

Our home will not be the same without him, but I will cherise every single memory I have -both good and bad.  You can not truly enjoy another being unless you fully accept the good with the bad, and for some, Loki’s bad may have outweighed the good, but for us, he was perfectly Loki. 

We’ll meet one day again, Loki, at the rainbow bridge.  Until then, you will forever be in our hearts.

About my boys

I haven’t written yet about my boys! They are 3 and 4 this year, and are wonderful little guys.  Playful, mischevious, stubborn, curious, rambunctious, smart, loud; I couldn’t imagine life without them.  Taz is the older of the two, Loki is the younger.  Weird names you say? Not if I tell you they are not my kids, but are my parrots – two Black Headed Caiques (pronounced ky-eeks). 

These two are quite a handful.  We had them long before the two cats came around, and we were worried about the cats going after the birds.  But it seems my first concern is Loki going after the cats, especially Cleo. 

But they are amazing to photograph! The colours and expressions on their faces make for some interesting photos.  I’m only posting two right now, and I’ll post more as I get my hands on some good ones.  They move so fast, its hard to photograph them!

This first one is Taz, who, like usual, is pigging out.  His favourite past time, aside from preening, is eating.  I don’t think I have very many photos without food in his beak!  But he is a photo hog, and will always strike a nice pose when you hold a camera up.

This one is Loki, just sitting, frozen as usual when I try to photograph him.  He either stands perfectly still (great!), or tries to grab the lens (not so great…). When he’s still and quiet like this, I love it – usually he’s busy destroying something in the house!

This last one is of the both of them together – they are always rolling around fighting and playing, and no matter how big their squabbles get, they end with a nice session of preening.  Love this photo!

I have a photo of them in our fridge, checking out all the food they’d like to get their little beaks on, but I can’t seem to find it right now.  As soon as I do, it’ll be up here!  And I found one of Cleo.  This is from when we first got her; she’s slightly bigger now, but being a calico, she apparently won’t get that much bigger, so she’s not that much larger now.