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While looking back over this blog last night, deciding which entries to archive to private mode and which entries to leave public, I read my 2018 year-end entry.

Quick refresher: 2018 kind of sucked in that Inigo was diagnosed with a testicular tumor:

All in all, 2018 was a mostly stressful year, one that taught me how to make tough decisions and dedicate myself to seeing trying situations through to the end. That will continue into the first half of 2019, as next year will most certainly bring loss and a tremendous amount of sorrow—I got Inigo in 2002, when he was six months old, and he has been my constant companion through thick and thin—but the most valuable thing I learned in 2018 is to live in the present. I have travel plans for 2019 and much to look forward to later in the year, but I stop short of saying “I can’t wait for that” because, knowing what will come first, I can. Today is its own gift, and I will make the most of it.

Well, that will teach me to be so pessimistic. He’s still chugging along, beyond even his extended prognosis of last August.

I do notice that he’s slowing down. He is losing strength in his good foot. He has arthritis. He hasn’t flown in three years. He needs two kinds of pain medications, and still, every now and then he lets out a tiny little squeal when he turns the wrong way. Sometimes he loses his grip and slips or falls.

Yet aside from his tumor, a lot of that is just plain age. Nanday Conures usually live 20 to 25 years in captivity, and Inigo is now 18 years old, a senior bird. But he still loves his nanners, especially after a bath…


He still keeps an eye on me…


He’s still engaged with toys and new experiences…


And he still tries to eat the phone.

So we take it day by day.

This week he’s in for a treat, as he’s going to birdie camp tomorrow while I travel. He loves my friend. She’s got a way with birds, and she was the one who worked with my Green Cheek Conure, Jimmy, before I adopted him. Jimmy didn’t have the best life before he was relinquished to Phoenix Landing, and she helped him get his spirit back, with the result that we had over five great years together before he passed in 2011. Plus she’s blonde, and Inigo luuuuuurves blondes. (I’m blonde, too.) He always comes back from his visit with her in fine spirits, and he tells me all about it for days.

Just goes to show, though, that he has a strong will to stick around. At this point his last vet–alas, he moved to Florida–didn’t want to give him another prognosis date, and instead settled on the word “indefinitely.” So that’s how my little buddy and I take it: One day at a time, indefinitely.

Wind Would Call Flight

Inigo wrote a poem this evening.


If I could get a harness on him without risking a finger, I would take him outside and let him fly around, as he seems to be dropping a big hint here. Then again, he never gets up much before 10:00 a.m., even though I’m usually up around 8:00-8:30.

And the last line? Well, those never make sense to me, but ’tis not mine to figure the mind of a bird.

(Poem created with the Bird Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit using words Inigo the Nanday picked out. I hold him in front of my refrigerator and he taps or grabs them with his beak.)

Blue Feeder

Inigo_profileThanks for stopping by! I used to have another blog, and all the entries dated before this one come from there. They’re about a year old, but I wanted to have something up so you can get a sense of what will be here. Right now it’s a lot of online magnetic poetry because that stuff is timeless and the old blog discussed news and events that are no longer current, but there will also be “bloggy” entries, prose chronicling the weird, funny, or interesting stuff of life, or maybe a deep thought or two. I’m not sure if I’m going to stick with this layout or the background image for the desktop view, but I’m on a purple and turquoise kick and didn’t want to delay the launch any further, so here we are.

Did you know Inigo the Nanday writes poetry? Six years ago I went to the National Aviary in Pittsburgh and picked up the Bird Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit, which is currently arranged on my refrigerator by parts of speech (nouns, verbs, adjectives, etc.). I hold Inigo in front of the words and he taps or grabs them with his beak, and then I arrange them so they make sense. Sometimes he is very assertive and definitive in his selection and practically yanks a word right off the refrigerator. Other times he gently pulls on a word or just touches his beak to it, like, “Hmmm, maybe this would work, not sure.”

Here is his latest, from today:


I assume he’s referring to himself when he chooses “peep,” and I try to keep the pairs or trios of words he selects in the order he picked them out, especially if they make grammatical sense. Just, you know, he’s a bird, so expect his poems to make more sense to his fellow avians than to people.

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