Our little one

No.  Not a pregnancy announcment.

We call our parakeet, Sierra, little one, little girl, our child, etc.  My mom calls her the grand-bird. 

When we got home from Breckenridge, we tried switching her food over to pellets because they're healthier.  We were mixing the new food half-and-half with her old food.  It seemed like she was eating the pellets, so we completely switched her over.  The night we did that was a bad night.

Neal got home that night and when he walked in Sierra tried to jump from the bottom of her cage to her perch, and failed.  Miserably.  She also kept fluffing up like she was super cold and was being SUPER clingy (which, if you've met our bird, you know is weird).  She couldn't fly very well, and her grip was super weak.

Neal called me telling me all of this and I started Googling.  Then I freaked.  I was convinced she was going to die, and I needed to go home right away (having a sick kid is going to be interesting when we have an actual child).  We talked to Neal's cousin Melissa who told us it might be the food, so Neal put some of her old food in her dish and she INHALED it.  The next few days she started getting better and better.

I felt so bad.  We were literally starving her to death, and not even realizing it.  We've been cuddling her and loving her SO much lately because we feel SO bad!  I think she is enjoying it though.  She's been so much easier to handle lately, and she's been super cute!

Sierra being well behaved and sitting on the computer

Apparently the nativity is comfy, and the tree lights are pretty :)