Hope you get your full vision back soon!Recovering from eye surgery, got the bandage removed yesterday. Lots of blurriness that will take a few days to clear up.
This blue jay represents my vision at the moment. It’s head is my right eye, the rest of its body my left.
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This is gorgeous. Reminds me of a Relient K album cover… Forget and not Slow Down I believe.
Where you on another one?
Well. More than likely no. His mother was a stumpy little black feral cat that we made friends with. When she first came around you would see a couple of others with her. One of the bunch was a big, rough and tough, through the wars grey male. Pretty sure he was the father. Well, after taking in Beebs she rewarded us with a litter of 4. Two females, all black, and two males, a black and a grey (Good Boy Royce). He has relatively short hair that is uniformly grey but if you look closely you can see some faint rings of black on his tail. He's probably got a lot of "this & that" in him but he'll always be Good Boy Royce.Nebelung? Looks almost just like mine.
Absolutely not!!!!! I was on solid ground with my camera and a beer!Where you on another one?
Don’t worry, he’s not dead.
He’s enjoying a nice scritch.
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My conure was like any parrot species: loving and affectionate with some people, quite dangerous to others. I was fortunately one of the former as was my daughter. My wife…not so much.
One of our bonding things was for me to very gently rub his newly-grown feathers between my thumb and forefinger to release them from their brittle sheaths. It’s something that would happen anyway, but it’s uncomfortable for them to just wait it out. In the wild, a trusted flock mate would do it for them. That he let me do it was an indication of his trust in me.