PEACHFRONT SPEAKS

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baby peachfront update 2004-04-25 - 6:54 a.m. Yesterday, when I was checking Ronnie on her eggs, she looked up at me with an expression of sad resignation or at least I interpreted it as an expression of sad resignation: How long, oh Lord, until I get a baby chick of my very own? This morning, when I checked, she had a single baby hatchling, but it was suspiciously still. I wonder if I should discourage them from further breeding attempts, but they were so sad when I separated them in the past. Courtney's diligence in guarding the nestbox is truly touching. Either Beep or Dale laid an egg off the perch, but I don't know who, and they continue to play together like two puppies, without the slightest interest in sitting on an egg or guarding the nestbox. I almost forgot to mention that someone left a box of Bitter Apple at my door yesterday. I don't think UPS Ground delivers on Saturday. I think they delivered my package to the wrong house -- again -- but whoever got it decided to be honest and put it on my doorstep. In any case, I gave Timmy and Sheldon their first magic spritz today. Soon they will be beautiful again. Return to the Peachfront Conure Files. The other day D. and I ate at Delmonico's but if there were any famous people there this time, we didn't recognize them. I wore the green North Beach Leather dress. We had the tasting menu, which was good for me because I'm tired of being stuffed like a Christmas goose, and it gave me a chance to taste the elk, the pork tenderloins, etc. and even have room for dessert but D. was really hungry and says next time we'll get the regular a la carte for larger portions. I got caught up on the blackjack news, good and bad. One of the teammate's wives passed away suddenly; I didn't know him well, because I was trying to phase out by the time he got started with us, but I still feel bad for him. It is scary the number of people who pass away in their 50s. I don't have much faith left in the statistical hoo-ha about people living to be 78 or whatever the supposed life expectancy is for women of my generation. In much better news, an old friend of ours from the tournament days appeared on some reality blackjack TV show and beat out Stanford Wong, Anthony Curtis, and who-knows-who else. He wasn't comfortable with playing big money blackjack and getting into confrontations with the casinos, so this could be his opportunity to finally get some financial security. Apparently there is a whole cable TV channel now (well, not in New Orleans but somewhere) devoted to card games. At first, I thought yikes! but really when you're playing blackjack, you're already on TV, you just have a fairly small and hostile audience. Performing in front of the folks back home can't be any worse than performing for casino security. later The baby Chickadees have fledged, and it is safe for Grackle, Mockingbird, and even the Red-Bellied Woodpecker to feed on the suet again. DH commented that the RBWO sure looks nervous though. I guess he expected to be hit on the head by angry Chickadees the whole time he was feeding. Hummingbird Report: Yesterday I had at least two chasing female RTHUs. Right now I have a beautiful adult male. The near feeder is far more popular than the back feeder this spring. --Ha. While I was posting this entry, the male flew off, to be replaced by a female. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford