As a History Bird, I know what happened on January 6.
I watched it on TV with My Human.
And I am OODALLYING for a commission to investigate what happened.
I know whatβs what.
I AM A HISTORY BIRD!!!
This is my fierce and determined look.
Some news for the Newbie / Rosie nation:
We may have found her Poppins.
Got home.
Made dinner.
Turned on the TV.
The Sound of Music happened to be on.
The Lonely Goatherd.
Guess who got all chirpy and happy?
Hello peeps!
Tonight I gave Rosie her favorite toy.
I'm supposed to keep metal away from her, generally.
So no bell on this toy.
After I removed the bell (and cut myself; TETANUS!), she got the toy.
Just thought your timeline could use some happy birb-ness.
I forgot to say this here:
The Central Park budgie was caught, is being brought to an avian vet, and will be taken to an exotic bird sanctuary where she can fly free with other birds.
Apparently, while she's in quarantine, she's talking to sparrows. Her peeps.
I worry about her when it gets cold -- but I would hate to take her out of the open. But I worry about her -- and would take her!
Conflicted birb feelings.
Monday in @CentralParkNYC with Mei Mei the budgerigar (thanks @r2junot for the name) eating grass like ears of corn. #BirdTwitter #BirdsSeenIn2025 #birdcpp
Rosie the Peep didn't complain when I left for work this AM.
She's figured out that I always come back.
Rosie doesn't quite oodle.
She makes an oodle-like noise.
Which I make back at her -- very awkwardly.
She's now learned my Bad Oodle and offers it to me in exchange for mine.
I taught her to Bad Oodle.
Rosie the Peep seems to be feeling better!
She got her last antibiotics injection on Friday.
And a slight decline in her millet supply seems to have gotten her to lose a little weight.
A less pudgy budgie!
Rosie update.
She's home.
She's still a little off, but better.
She was so resistant to the vet that when I told him that she'd been found in Central Park, the vet said: "makes perfect sense. She's a street bird."
Which she is. π
Rosie the Peep update
She was in the hospital Thursday PM.
She was panting--which she does when she's scared--but wasn't stopping
A zillion tests later, we still don't know what's wrong
But she's home
& eating
& pooping
& I'm watching her like a hawk
Except...not like a hawk.
I was playing around with my phone, and ended up with this. β€οΈ
I figured the Newbie (and Rosie) Nation would appreciate it!
Didn't quite get Rosie onto my hand or finger this time.
When I gave up and let her play with this much loved toy, she was cute regardless.
Truly a Resistance Bird.








