Canarysaurusrex: The Documentary

The two pairs of canaries I bought a few weeks ago got right down to business. The singing, the nest building, the cheeping, the fluttering. Ahhhhhhhhh. And now we have beebees!

Frick and Frack, and the attack of the killer finger

Crop sac full of egg food puked up by mom. Nom nom nom.

If you're not going to feed us, GTHO. Oh, and you need
a manicure, too. Zzzzzzzzzzz.

Touch the nest again and you die. I will peck your
eyes out and feed them to the kids.

This pair I had to separate once the hen had laid her eggs and started sitting tight. The male is young and was a little too exuberant and helpful. He'd feed her on the nest but also try and drive her off so that he could sit on the eggs ever-so-helpfully. She'd end up perched on the edge peeping (screeching) until he decided to move his ass. Two of four eggs were fertile.

The other pair just had their first egglet hatch today (out of 5 total), but the hen is fairly flighty and I don't want to freak her out too much and have her abandon the nest, so maybe some pics later to bore you to death with. They are a perfect pair and I left the male right in with her while she incubated. She'd hop off, only to poop I think, he'd hop on, and the minute she returned to the nest he got off. He fed her while she sat. They're carrying genes for white with brown and fawn variegation. Should be some beautiful babies.

Aside from that I've been doing a little transcription.

Also, wondering why I use terms like goddamnit and Jesus Christ on a crutch. As an atheist it would make more sense to say Einsteindamnit or Gandhi on a crutch or something.