Squawks of Gilbert

Wow. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Our computer has been up and down and down and up. And anytime it was up, Amber had work to do. This is my first opportunity to finally write in weeks!

So the freedom to which I refer was short-lived. The other day, Daddy took my collar off — and it was wonderful! I was able to scratch that little spot on my tail that I haven’t been able to reach for months. And my neck! All those little feathers needing to be preened and plucked. Uh oh. Did I say plucked? Well, therein lies the problem. It’s my nervous disorder. No sooner do I start preening than it turns to plucking. I just get all twitchy and I can’t control myself. Amber says it’s neurological, that it’s not my fault. I try not to pluck — really, I try soooo hard. But it’s just beyond my control. Sometimes I feel kind of bad about it, especially when the evil one makes fun of me. Or when other people say how beautiful he is and say I look like a plucked chicken. I look nothing like a chicken. I’ve seen them. Not even close. But Amber says I’m beautiful and really that’s all that matters. And my collar is quite elegant, in fact. It makes my feathers fan out like a lion’s mane. So life’s not so bad….

The other night was Halloween. We got to see lots of monsters and cartoon characters. It was funny. But Amber and Daddy wouldn’t let us have any candy, so I was pissed. How fair is that??? And there was so much left over, just sitting there. Shining and smelling yummy. I managed to grab a piece, but Amber got it away from me before I could taste it. But oh it smelled sweet. But she gave me a grape instead, and that was okay.

Well, so much happened in the last few weeks — and I’m sure it was exciting and fun — but I really can’t remember it now. But trust me, you missed a lot!

Until later.