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Page history last edited by Gwen LaCosse 11 years, 4 months ago

 Just realized I have no art to offer at this point. Sorry.


A number of years ago, I went to a Halloween party as Birdwoman. Complete with feathers. There's even a photograph somewhere to prove this.


The nickname Birdwoman can be traced to my fondness for birds. I adopted a parakeet and after she passed away, a cockatiel. He was all of about two and a half months old at the time, and now he is 15+. Although he has kidney disease and I have to give him medication orally twice a day, he remains acerbic and vital as ever. His name? Rusty. He is the closest thing I have to a child. Likes to talk on the phone, with a chirp or two to people on the other end, and have me rub and tickle his feet. Just like a child.


Prior to getting Rusty, I had no experience whatever with cockatiels. In size, they are somewhat between a parakeet and a cockatoo, a parrot with whom cockatiels are sometimes confused. If you can, picture a crest on the top of the head, and you have a cockatiel. Rusty is grey and white, with orange cheeks (I realize I wasn't too creative on his name) and some dappling on the back of his head. He's a treasure.



-- Birdwoman, a.k.a., Gwen


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