What could be more relaxing than enjoying a Sunday Siesta in a cushy armchair and catching up with The Roost’s crazy flock! Catch up with Morty, and then why not head over to get up to speed on how Bubbles and Zack are attempting to keep their mom on the straight, narrow- and sane path! Sunday chuckles are guaranteed on It’s A Birb Thing!
Grab that pencil and enjoy one of our games! Catch up on what’s been happening around social media on our News page.
So relax, catch up, and tell us what you think of The Roost! Have a great Sunday Everybirdie! October edition on the way soon!
This year 267 tons of marine life, including thousands of small fish and 72 Goliath groupers, have washed up along 150 miles of the Gulf Coast from the unrelenting bloom
With its long, white, sandy beaches, Sanibel Island off the coast of south-western Florida is usually a perfect place for families to enjoy these last days of summer.
This year, however, 267 tons of marine life, including thousands of small fish, 72 Goliath groupers, and even a 21-ft whale shark have washed up on the beach since July – thanks to a a disastrous “red tide” of toxic algae.
In the latest chronicle of Morty’s advice to fans seeking his sage advice, Chiyome and mates (of Twitter’s Flock Is Family) learn that there may be one sure-fire way of getting their ‘Phone Lady’ to put down her annoying (tech) appendage and pay more attention to them!
If this issue seems all too familiar to you too then you need to go to our Beneath The Cage Grate page and read Morty’s full reply to Chiyome and flock. Get ready to raise your roof and get the attention you deserve!
I have poor spatial skills. I often joke that I would get lost leaving my driveway if I didn’t have to go to work five days a week. Most people think I’m exaggerating until they make the mistake of asking me for directions. GPS is a necessity of modern life for those of us who are spatially challenged. Unfortunately, it can’t help me with organizing cages, which is a challenge I face every time I get Zack and Bubbles new perches or toys, as I did recently.
Don’t get me wrong. Cages are much better than they were in the mid-1980’s when I got Samson, my first parakeet. They’re built efficiently with ease of cleaning, function, and bird comfort in mind. They’re also bigger, to provide more space for stretching out those wings to play, exercise, or laze around and beak grind while watching TV. You’d think the modern design would make finding places for those various perches and toys easier. Instead, it’s just enough rope to hang myself.
Read about Sherri’s spatial conundrums while attempting to outfitting Bubbles’ and Zack’s houses with new perches and toys on our Feathered Frenzy page.
These colourful birdhouses from the RHS Hampton Court Flower Show made me think of beach huts, each painted slightly differently to their neighbours, but all in keeping with the spirit of the place. I need to rein in my imagination at this point before I start twittering about birds emerging from their huts in swimming […]
Love has grey feathers, a mischievous glint in expressive eyes, and a beautiful heart and soul. Love has a name, Trixie. You left mom way too soon Trixie.
A few months ago, Trixie left her mom Tracy’s side to fly to the Rainbow Bridge, leaving mom and countless Anipals devastated and heartbroken. The photos and videos that follow are a tribute to Trixie, a beautiful girl who will forever hold a permanent place in her mom’s heart and soul. You are so dearly missed every day Trixie.
This is a tribute to you sweet Trixie Red Bum, a feathered star that shone bright and beautifully in our hearts for a while, but was called to the heavens to watch over mommy Tracy and your flock much too soon.
The Sweetest Face
Living up to her name, Trixie
Gone, but never forgotten
Forever and for always Trixie, mom loves you. You may be gone from this Earth, but you will never leave her heart and soul.
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” ― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring