Birds and the weather 13:44

I finally moved in the birds together a couple weeks ago. At first, Piccolo sort of stalked him, persistently trying to preen him, and he would peck her away. But quite suddenly, a couple days later, they were preening each other and snuggling up together on perches, and the following day they were trying to figure out how to have sex. Oh, the swiftness and excitement of new love! They are both too young to breed, and I wouldn't want them to anyway, but I am not too concerned yet because they can't seem to figure out what to do. Piccolo sort of presents herself while Simon makes the most charming burbles and shuffles around her confusedly. Sometimes he'll jump on her back and just stand there, making puzzled chatters while unsure of what to do next, then steps off. Yeah, the first time can be awkward.

Also, it's flippin' freezing outside. Yes, I am talking about the weather, which is always fascinating (and I may be desperate for something else to put in this entry so that it's not all about bird sex). But the sky is clear and the sun blinding, and when I am inside sharing a sunbeam with the cats, I think "gosh, it's beautiful, I should go out and smoke hookah and read". After about 15 minutes, my fingers are numbly swiping at the book attempting to turn the page, and I am glaring at one of the cats sleeping blissfully next to me, jealous of his fur. Fortunately, the fictional (post-)apocalyptic scenario and/or non-fiction warning of one that I am most likely reading about distracts me enough to finish the hookah session, because I'll be damned if I am going to waste any good shisha.