So just a few short days after I got back from New York, I’m ready to continue on with life. On Tuesday evening I began my journey to school in order to make it to a CKI meeting. It would have been the first meeting of the year I would have attended — I’ve maintained the whole time that I am cursed from ever attending a CKI meeting. Something always comes up!

This time, it wasn’t a self-fulfilling prophecy. As I’m rounding the corner out of the neighborhood, there’s this guy in the street telling me to stop. I stopped. I rolled down my window. He points to the street and asks me, “Is this yours?” I look down on the street and see a little yellow parakeet.

Well, to make a long story short, I’ve rescued a parakeet. Its wings were clipped when we found it, but it can still fly pretty well, so who knows if it came from my neighborhood or somewhere across town. A brief informal poll of the neighborhood revealed no one who knew the parakeet’s rightful home, so for now it’s in my room.

I’ve named it Beaker. It chirps like any other parakeet, but I call it meeping. When I first rescued it, we went out and got a cage and some food, which it started eating as soon as it was all in place — the poor bird was starving and tired! I’ve never seen a bird alternate so quickly between eating and sleeping.

In any case, what I’ve been able to gather so far: Beaker enjoys flying, listening to music (especially classical piano and celtic), and looking at mirrors.