Seeing how I didn't get into enormous trouble for posting previously, I've decided to take up this whole blogging thing as my latest hobby. After all, my cage is protected against my favorite hobby: Houdini escapes. I realize that Houdini escapes are a much more unusual hobby, and blogging is being tried by everybody and their dog, but I would venture to guess that I might just be the first bird to try it. Thus, I still think this is a pretty unique hobby for someone of my class.
As the first order of business, I think I best clarify what the deal is with this GEE Funny Farm. You may have noticed the website link on the side, and you may already have checked it out, but you'll also have noticed then that at the top of the page it says "Coming in 2010 to Waukesha County and surrounding areas." Well, here's the problem. Here's why we haven't already started this business thing in 2009 in Waukesha County and surrounding areas: You humans make everything so ridiculously complicated!! Why can't a human be more like a bird?
First, there was this business of getting a USDA license. That is something required by some people that work for the United States Department of Agriculture-- hence, all those letters-- who wants to say "United States Department of Agriculture" all the time? There's just all these things that they want you to do to make sure your animals and your people are safe. Build high enough fences. A bit of electrical fencing here. A bit of extra space there. A couple shots every year from a veterinarian for all the animals on the property. So some cat (not literally a cat, but speaking colloquially to mean a person) came and checked things out and after some little moderations, this whole USDA license business was taken care of.
And now, there's this thing called insurance. Animal protections I get (after all, I think we ought to be protected), but money stuff I'm not so sure about. What I do know is that not everybody is all that keen on insuring animals, both domestic and exotic. So that means we just have to sit here and wait and wait.
We'd hoped to have this insurance business all done by the time Christmas came so that we could go participate in some live nativities. Okay, I admit it, I'm not invited to those events because, well, as far as anybody can surmise there wasn't any critter even remotely like an Umbrella Cockatoo or even a parrot of any kind in Jerusalem at the time of Christ's birth. (This seems like an oversight in planning on the part of angels or, um, whoever it is that plans things that take place here down on earth, but then nobody asked me.) But some of our crowd were hoping to be part of such events because they have reason to believe that some ancestors of theirs or at least very distant relations of their ancestors may, possibly have been there. Unfortunately, no go, even for them.
In any case, this should be taken care of shortly. It better be taken care of shortly. I'm on the edge of my seat to see you people. (Please, no comments on bird's roosting instead of sitting. Because after all, I'm a bird and I can call it whatever the heck I want.) So keep riding aboard this old blog of ours to keep your eyes on our progress. When we're all good and set, you will be the first to know it. After that, you can be so lucky as to set your blue or brown or grey or black or hazel eyes on yours truly . . . and all the other two- and four-legged creatures who belong to this menagerie of ours.
