Friday, May 12, 2006

Peepdate

I know you are dying to know how Peep is doing.

Day 11 of the Peepsaga: He is still trapped in my backyard, walled in, so to speak, and unable to clear the 6-foot concrete barrier. However, he has managed to conquer the tiki torch, and the outdoor fireplace. In fact, he falls into the fireplace from the space at the top of it, and can't get out unless I leave the grids open.

For some reason, he has an aversion to actual trees. He's more of a brick and mortar kind of bird.



This photo was taken Tuesday. Peep looks decidedly like my dearly departed grandmother, and I can't help but think dear grandma is watching over our little family now.

Please wave to my grandma. She was the mother of the Glennie, after all.

Here's another pic for the sake of reference. See him there? Innit he cute?



I think today may be the day Peep flies the coop. Pray for a tailwind.

8 Comments:

Anonymous T-box said...

Oh my heck! That DOES look like grandma! Ha! Have you tried luring Peep out with honey lemon cough drops?

1:20 PM  
Blogger Bravie said...

That looks like one pissed off bird. But I'm glad he's still alive.

6:40 AM  
Blogger ~Nutz said...

Your grandma was a bird (brain)? *giggle*

12:42 PM  
Blogger Wheeze said...

Grandma was a bird brain, grandfather was a hamster.

T--I thought Darvocet would be more effective, since this AZ air has cleared up her allergies. Which you know now that she had, right?

12:44 PM  
Blogger ~Nutz said...

Aha! So Wheezy gets her good hamster looks from grampa! *snort*

12:45 PM  
Blogger Swami said...

Wheeze, is your whole backyard concrete? Doesn't all that stone, like, heat up in the Arizona sun and melt or something?

Peep appears to be a highly intelligent bird. Birds always look smart to me. Someday we are going to figure out the subtleties of bird language and find out what they have been saying about us all these years. I think it is not flattering stuff.

8:08 AM  
Blogger Wheeze said...

well, in the backyard there's the painted concrete block wall (everyone here has walled-in yards), then there are the the stones and the patio. And two ficus trees. And in the front yard? Cement driveway and stones. We had a patch of grass last year about the size of your thumb, but not big enough to actually do anything with (we used a weedwhacker to cut it, because a lawnmower was too awkward). So we pulled the grass out and put down some stone, with some pretty flowering trees and plants to go with the two palm trees that were already there.

The concrete and stones are all light-colored, so they don't heat up too badly, but any temp over 95 or so and you'll want sandals on to walk outside. As Ilse will attest to.

Grass in yards is a rare sight, but most neighborhood associations have common grounds and soccer fields that double as flood basins during heavy rain. They keep the grass pretty nice, and because the fields are sort of dug into the ground a little, they are cooler. Oh, and the grass walls of the soccer 'pits' are great for grass-boarding. Which is like snowboarding without the snow.

8:44 AM  
Blogger Buggy said...

Wise looking Peep you got there.
He looks determined.

Go Peep, thrive!

11:50 AM  

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