Nice bird.
Alas, I lost my guy, Bob (Big Ol' Bird), about 3 weeks ago (age about 20).
Fortunately, his son, Boyd, still graces me with his presence, although, while looking practically identical, it's just not the same.

RIP Bob.

When you lost Carla, it really hit me, & I'm glad you decided to get/save another cat.
I had to unexpectedly put down my alpha, Mickey, last week, but having the other cats around helps (a bit) to fill the void.

Old news, but always worth a repost.

I got a float for him.

My daily feeding of the guineas.

P.S. - I don't own any guineas.

Mine is a tad more subtle.

Trying to maintain my peace/love demeanor, but teetering on the edge of going all MC5 /Black Mask on them.

Just found out that one of my ferals, Clyde, has an identical twin also living in my barn. This explains my befuddlement at Clyde's apparent drastic personality changes. Guess I'll name him Claude, or, more appropriately, Clawed.

In the 60s, the KKK Grand Poobah lived in Indiana, & they paraded down my town's Main St every year. I'm glad I escaped that state.
Witness the pending legislation (stolen from Facebook & unverified, at least to me.)

This is where I post from.

Alas, my top feral, the Spook, managed to finagle a bit of chicken from me. I'm trying to make him forget with cheese.
My parenting skills are seriously lacking.

Bastet.