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8:24 a.m. 2012-12-22

twenty-seven degrees

That's what the Weather Channel says the temperature was last night. I don't believe it. I would drip the pipes when there's a hard freeze. However, there was definitely a cold snap, with plenty of frost on the ground even as I type at a few minutes after 8 A.M.

Sheldon and Ronnie, as always, slept away the night in their cozy nestbox beneath the heat lamp. Dale, as she had done the night before, also headed for the nest box when the sun set. However, Courtney is still being stubborn. He still says it isn't cold. He wouldn't go into the nest box. He wouldn't sit on the new perch which allows him to watch outside the door (and soak up rays from the heat lamp) while sitting outside. Nope, he goes to another, lower perch and sits there stubbornly insisting that it isn't cold.

Poor Dale. At around 10 o'clock, her heart must have gone out to him, because she went out and sat on the perch with him, where they snuggled together. At that time, they were comfortable enough that they were both slim and snuggled enough together to look like one bird.

However, when I woke at around 3 A.M. and checked on them again, they'd both puffed up to more than double their usual size. Brrrrrr!

This morning, despite the frost on the ground, no one slept in, and I could hear Courtney calling back and forth to Nyota the lovebird at 7 A.M. on the dot. Now, all four conures are playing together. Cold? I might be cold just looking at them but nope, they're tough birds. Not cold. Refuse to admit to even so much as a shiver of cold...

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