The lady who was supposed to come and see Hermes never materialized. More to the point, she has so far not returned any of my calls, nor the email I sent with pictures of Hermes, not even to just say, "Nope, that's not my bird."

I am generally very accommodating about things like this, but something about this whole situation just rubbed me wrong. So, fuck it all. Fella's mine now.

Given his penchant for random, loud, repetitive outbursts (cocktiels!), this may not be a good thing...

His name is Hermes. My cousin just kinda... dropped him off.

So. Yeah. The last week has been split between OH GOD SCHOOL and OH GOD BIRD.