Sid, Avian Companion

SID
NICKNAMES: Weet, Siddy
HOBBIES: Admiring reflection in the mirror, screaming, crapping, destroying things with beak
TALENTS:  Whistling, singing, dancing, landing on tall objects
DISLIKES: loud noises, strangers, black nail polish, large objects
FRIENDS: Snoop, Angie, Zack, Randy, Al
HANGOUTS: The shower, indoor bird mansion, outdoor bird cottage, window
FAVORITE FOODS: Millet, rice, pasta, grape nuts, cheerios, spinach, broccoli, celery, tortilla chips, peanuts, lettuce

The latter half of this blog's name represents the two winged creatures who inhabit my space.  The needier and noisier of the two is Sid. Behold his colorful beauty but do not be fooled; He is a pain in the ass. Now, don't get me wrong, having an avian companion is an absolute joy.  If you develop a bond with a bird, it is intense and special and unlike any other. Aside from his good looks, Sid has many good qualities. He is an extremely talented dancer and whistler. On special occasions, he will perform a live DJ Tiel mix for me. We sing in the shower together. He loves to cuddle. He never cares if I'm having a bad hair day. (But he will occasionally hiss at an obtrusive outfit). In general, he lives to enjoy my company. And therein lies one of the downsides of cohabiting with a bird.  It is like living with a toddler forever. As I type, and despite the fact that I just rubbed his little birdie head for five minutes, Sid is squawking and pacing in an attempt to regain his rightful spot on my shoulder. Or wait, maybe it's because he's bored and wants me to shuttle him to one of his other hangouts. Or could it be that he's eaten his fresh spinach and now he'd like something more satisfying, such as rice or pasta or whatever it is that I'm eating. Quite possibly it's time for another massage. I might be there sooner if I weren't cleaning up bird crap and sweeping up molted feathers and far-flung seed near their bird mansion. Don't worry, all of this hard work is rewarded when Sid bites me, smears food on my shirt, and craps on me. Ahhhhhhh, the joys of avian parenting. Truly, I jest. All these small sacrifices are worth the beak-to-cheek joy of owning a cockatiel. Sometimes.

Have House, Will Party

Everyone loves a good house-warming party, but when it’s your dear friends who have acquired a small parcel of California, it’s even more thrilling. Randy and Tamar’s swanky new pad is destined to see its share of late nights in the coming years. Here are a few highlights from their first official shindig:

VINTAGE!  Tucked into the Culver City neighborhood of Sunkist Park, their mid-century ranch-style home matches perfectly with Tamar’s penchant for all things vintage. This is a place where the oft-demolished wooden curves of midcentury wagon wheels meld with steely aqua appliances. Throw in some linoleum, interesting artwork, and a few vintage lamps and you have the makings of a gorgeous home. (Gross oversimplification!)

BEER!  Alcohol is perhaps the most important ingredient for any party. R&T took this very seriously and pulled out the big guns: a keg of Anchor Steam. Red and white wine were also among the attendees.

CHEESE!  Brie, bleu, goat, rolled in herbs, smeared on crackers. Cheese alone is reason enough to throw a party and there was plenty of it at this soiree.

BOOBIES!  It’s not a party without boobies, preferably vintage boobies.

KITTIES!  It’s not a party without kitties either. While Clyde remained a hissing ball of fury hidden under the comforter, Wilma made an appearance as the guest list dwindled down to the purple-stained-teeth crowd.

FRIENDS!  You're guaranteed to have an interesting conversation amongst this group. Costumers, comedians, professors and troublemakers ensured that no topic was taboo.

If you're lucky enough to count Randy and Tamar among your friends and you happen to be in the Sunkist Park area, pop over to their beautiful abode for a cocktail and take a dip in their pool.  Did I mention they have a hot tub? 

Harvey

Harvey is probably the cutest, or perhaps the strangest, dog that you've ever seen. That's because he's actually a human. According to his vet, he is a kid inside a dog suit. It's the eyes. What do you suppose he's thinking about?

HARVEY
HUMAN COMPANIONS: Zack & Angie
NICKNAMES: Le Harvs, Boo-tee, Pooch
HOBBIES: Keep away, wrestling, being aloof, begging, barking at passers-by, sniffing, rolling in stank spots
TALENTS:  stair-diving, jumping, sprinting, ankle-biting, shaking, emitting strange sounds
DISLIKES: anything on wheels, small children, Halloween decorations, vacuums
FRIENDS: Charlie, Carlton, Rufus, Bella and humans, Jenny, Suzanne, and Natalie
HANGOUTS: The Pet Set Doggy Daycare, human furniture, Stearns Park, Huntington Dog Beach, Arbor Dog Park, the bathtub, any spot in the sun, the front door