Alright, so you’ve all been hearing/reading about this new addition to our family. Thankfully this new addition’ can’t write/type, so you’ll be spared at least that much; you won’t have to read THAT much pointless stuff. Yeah. Anyway, Merry is amazing. I like to think that we named Merry for my favorite hobbit in The Lord Of The Rings. hah. But nope, actually (as Siena explained in the worm’s meat post–>) Merry is short for Mercutio. This doesn’t quite work since, after quick, but well-reasoned guessing, Merry is a girl. (Mercutio’s a guy’s name, btw if you didn’t read Siena’s post.) So it’s Merry, whether or not her full name is Mercutio, Merry seems a lot cuter and specialer than Marry. But then, who knows? Merry could in fact be a Mercutio and we don’t even know it. We’ll have to wait and see.
If you haven’t figured out exactly what Merry is, I guess I’ll have to tell you right now, before we move on with this post. Merry is a bird, a cockatiel to be exact. I’ll post up some pictures in a little while once merry gets used to our house. For now, I’ll describe her as best I can.
Merry is small, actually she’s only a few months old since she was born March 15 of this year. She’s very small, completely grey, with only one speckled yellow tail feather. All cockatiels have cute little orange patches on their faces (when they get older, you can tell it is a guy if the orange patches become brighter), and a little bit of feathers on their head (crest). Merry has a cute little green patch of fluff/furry feathers that go up to her crest too.
merry the cockatiel
Name: Merry the cockatiel
Birthdate: March 15, 2009
Age: 4 months old
Filed under: Bird Stuff | Tags: bird, meat of worms, mercutio, siena, worm's meat
Some of you, no, a bunch of you might be wondering about the title of my post. Yeah, it’s kind of funny sounding, but it’s just a random quote from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. (The first sentence might have made that a bit obvious, I’m not too sure about the second.) Well, it’s a line said by Mercutio sadly before he is killed, but let’s not focus on the dying part, just the Mercutio part.
As many of you might know now, we are buying a bird on friday. We have thought of many names, but one (offered by Bella) has been my favorite: Mercutio. There arises a problem, though. Since the bird we are getting is a baby, we don’t know the bird’s sex. Up until, I think, adulthood, birds remain quite androgynous. Males have bright orange cheek patches and yellow faces, females have duller markings. Now you can see that we have a problem, since Mercutio is distinctly a he. You see, it’s hard to name a bird such a genderishly constraining name–It’s not like we’re naming the bird Bobby/Bobbi, or Ashley. (Haha, yes, Ashley is also a guy’s name… just read Gone With the Wind) Well, we’re just gonna hope for a boy, I suppose. We can always call it Merry if it isn’t, I suppose.
Anyway, I can’t wait for our little birdy wirdy (as Bella says) to come home. Even though I had a bird (Louie, rest in peace), I decided to read up on birds yet again to go over anything I forgot or missed. Turns out, there’s a ton of stuff I forgot/missed. I read up until 2 ish a couple nights ago, and I’m feeling like a very prepared mother. :O
One more topic I’d like to address, the bird journal. I’m pretty sure Gabby did this with Louie, and I was thinking of doing it here, with all of us. Bella voiced my idea already; great minds think alike, right? Well I have a bunch of really cool ideas for it, so… don’t get too excited and keep checking back.
Lastly, on a more philosophical note, has anyone ever thought about worm’s meat? I know it’s the meat of a worm, but it’s just such an odd phrase. What is it’s purpose? Why does Mercutio say worm’s meat? Why not some other, more pleasant type of meat? Do worms really have meat, or is it just fat? Tell me your interpretations, friends.
c:
lol. um you might realize that merry is the name of a certain HE in the lord of the rings, so if we name the bird merry it could be a unisex name. buut if we think the bird’s a girl, it can be mary, and if it’s a boy, it could be merry. along with other unisex/androgynousy names. but i want to name it something very powerful sounding. O:
-Gabby
At the moment, I am sitting here… sort of spacing out and watching T.V.. It’s a depressing Paid Programming ad on deprived children in Kenya. Which may sound sort of funny when you first read it but–they’re pretty flippingly deprived. If I could like… put money in a little envelope and send it to those funds, I would. Bella is currently… broke. Well, not really. Anyway, they have these very depressing shots of lone children staring spaciliy out at you with big, very sad and very depressing eyes. Thank Jehovah Gabby changed the channel or I would be broke and depressed. And let’s face it. I am not technologically advanced enough to send mail. It’s probably more complicated than putting a sheet on your grandmother’s couch (it was HARD, okay?! ).
Also, since I had to mention the Bad T.V. shows (in the title) as I was currently being unoriginal at the time, I shall enlighten you young chipmunks. This week I have watched a lot of really annoyingly bad T.V. shows that serve no other purpose than to disgust you and make you drool because it requires little to no brain power at all. Yes, it’s fun. So fun. It’s like reading those magazines that talk about all the weird random relationships of famous people that you couldn’t really care less about or haven’t ever heard of, or like the newest breakup, or John & Kate!!!! ….at the end of it all, it’s pretty draining.
And now… we finally come to the good part!!
Come on, you’re all dying to know what this miraculous miracle is (:
weeelll, we’re getting another birdy wirdy! cockatiel to be exact. although they’re known as the easier birds to take care of I guess? Size probably, but anyway: they’re very smart and adorable, and I CAN’T WAIT ANOTHER WHIPPING SECOND OR I WILL JUMP OFF A CLIFF SO HELP ME GOD.
so, since i do not have my bird as of yet, i have provided you with this wonderful image of men eating cannoli (cannolis?). the picture isn’t mine, of course. click it for the person who owns this prize-worthy picture.
…whoohhhhkay. but um, weird, spazzy-ness aside, I am super excited. Our last bird was Louie (r.i.p.), and I miss him very much. So that I don’t bore you/make you feel anew and afresh from my wonderful, tearjerking prose (fancy words i know), he was very chipper (#2) and effervescent (#3), our first bird. I’m wondering how our next bird will be. I opted for the other bird, one who I thought was a male (turns out, we really don’t know which is male or female now!) because he seemed more adventurous and peppy, looked slightly the same, and I thought it was a male (never know). Buuut, we went with the other which looked completely different and more relaxed. Surprising, but I think it’s better.
Wow. Deep. You totally needed to hear/read me rambling (point of a blog). Well, I want to start keeping a super cool whippingly amazing birdy wirdy journal! D:< Once we finally pick up the bird of course. I’ll bore you with bad quality pictures, carefully excluding myself (mystery girl x 100), and writing numerous paragraphs detailing my adoration of my new bird. yay!
