And We'll Have Fun, Fun, Fun

So it’s once again been a while since I posted something. There is a reason for that. Absolutely nothing is going on. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Weekend: totally dull.

Okay, there were two highlights. One, was watching Shlomo with his plate of beef ribs. By “plate” I mean a platter the size of my torso. Note to my faithful readers (okay, reader): if something is actually called the “Big Daddy” on the menu, you should not order it. It is going to be way too much food. I’ll put it this way, I ordered half of a chicken. I looked like a dainty eater by comparison.

The other highlight is really more of a lowlight. One of our finches—Elliot Gouldian—had a near-death experience. Here’s how it went down: we were cleaning the birdcage. It’s a necessary, but odious chore. We usually procrastinate doing it way longer than we should. Well, finches are not social animals. So, they get a little frightened when we mess with their habitat.

Elliot Gouldian managed to get his foot hung in one of the nests. Stuck foot resulted in hanging upside down. I had to free him. In the process, his toenail tore off…below the quick. Gushing blood followed. For us, that would not be such a big thing. However, finches are so small that this can result in them bleeding to death. I have read numerous articles on the subject. I am not really proud of that fact, but I am not making this up.

I caught him. Put some flour on the toenail to help coagulation (wow…maybe I learned more in 10th grade biology than I thought) and stop the bleeding. Then, I held him upside down and applied a gentle pressure. It is now the following day and he seems to be doing fine. He is in the sick cage, but I think will return to frolick with the others by the end of the week.

However, I discovered something about myself in this process. Evidently, I could totally be in Emergency Vets on Animal Planet. I did not get queasy. I was totally there to care for my injured pet. Who knew I had that in me? If only, I could see through a microscope, I could have totally been a doctor. And, not just a tree surgeon. Tree surgeons: not really doctors. Although, pretty much as expensive.

So that was my exciting weekend: Shlomo’s gigundo platter of ribs and an injured bird. Don’t everyone form a line to trade places with me at once. You, too, can achieve this level of excitement in your life if you try really hard.