Chevy Poem (According to Bonnie)

                            parakeet   poems

There once was a Chevy named Chevy.
He was very very heavy.
He is  extremely stinky.
He smells like rotten eggs.
He likes a lot of chicken legs.
I wish he would just get away from me.

The Day When Trees Dance (by A.)

The Day When Trees Dance (by A.)

The enchanted trees twirl round and round

The fog hides their dance

Each one does a slow dance in the mist

The older ones just sit and watch,

sighing at the rememberances of past dances

The young coax the old to join in the mid-day sun

This requires no words

The clouds look down in pleasure,

and even the grayest of clouds turns lighter

Each tries to stop its slow cycle of formation as not to leave

But the wind pushes them on

The clouds and birds look back at the trees,

and some birds come to perch on their branches

Sorrow overcomes the clouds;

but they were happy just to have seen the dance

And wish this night never ends

Neither did I

I was watching carefully, close to the forest

And when the trees danced, it took my breath away.

This magic only happens every one hundred years

That's what makes this night so special

What a beautiful scene

But, I am forced to leave

The slow dance went on and on,

and the leaves of the young trees gleam in the darkness

The evening is over

Over until another hundred years from now

Gone

But, I have a feeling I'll never forget;

The day when trees dance

Parakeet Parables Vol. 2 (by J)

One time Chevy tried to be a comedian at a circus. I think that they hired him because they were scared.  Anyway, Chevy would greet the guests with free samples of noodles.  Unfortunately, Chevy only gave out one noodle per person.  He also thought it would be a good idea to show every kid how to blow their noses and he did it individually (and that took a lot of time!).  When the show finally started, Chevy told the crowd jokes.  If you want to hear the jokes, here they are:
'A penguin walks up to a pig and says, "I pork you..."  'And... The doornob pinched the sofa'... 'And... Two vultures were sitting in a tree when one said, 'BLUEBERRY!' and the other one laughed so hard it fell off the branch.'

So, the moral of this story is:  If you see a circus poster that says 'Starring Chevy the Comedian', you should most likely not go.

The End

Hail Vs. Snow

                                                           Snow falls to the ground.

                                                                It mesmerizes me.

                                                              Thousands all at once,

                                                              but making no sound.

                                                                 As not to disturb

                                                              the sugar-plum dreams

                                                                   of the children

                                                                 on Christmas Eve.

                                                                 That is quite polite,

                                                                 if you think about it.

                                                       Whereas, hail just falls whenever

                                                             and wherever it pleases,

                                                                   often disrupting

                                                                 some dreams, and

                                                             more than that, I'm afraid.

                                                                  This nuisance just

                                                                 comes down right on

                                                                     people's heads.

                                                           It grins as it falls with a thunt!

                                                                  on the back of a cow.

                                                           It causes trouble everywhere.

                                                                  It smothers the grass.

                                                                      But its' fun slowly

                                                                   disappears, as it does.

                                                                       Slowly, slowly,

                                                                            melting

                                                                             away.

Museum Visit (by A)

The Museum of Biological Diversity at OSU is quite interesting, with many exhibits that fascinate the mind and eyes. Although the whole thing wasn't open to the public, it still had many different rooms and displays to see.  Also, hanging on the walls were several posters shaped like various  animals. Each poster had a strange fact about whatever animal the board was shaped like.
  Some rooms had jars and jars of preserved animals, and animal body parts (top picture). They were a bit creepy, to say the least. One or two rooms were devoted to stuffed birds and other dead, stuffed animals.
At least two rooms had live animals and insects to touch. Snakes, walking sticks (above), centipedes, and salamanders, etc.
Another room had fossils to touch. Really old fossils. I'm not certain exactly how old they were, but an employee claimed that they were several million years old. They even had part of a meteorite!
All in all, the museum was very intriguing.

Parakeet Parables (by Jack)

Just to get started, let me tell you the size of Chevy (our parakeet):  One electron of Chevy is bigger than this universe and Chevy's belly button is a black hole.  So, if you're planning to go to our house, there is a vicious Chevy on the loose. Proceed at your own risk.  Most people don't realize that the Grand Canyon was caused by a tiny Chevy feather.  Beware!  History repeats itself.  Just sayin'.  And I'm sorry to say that Chevy will most likely strike again.  No one has captured Chevy in one picture because they were too close to Chevy to capture him in one picture.  The moral of this story is:  If you see a gigantic green feather about to collide with the earth, you should evacuate.  The End.

Geddy's Benormous Toenail

     After several months of trying to beat the World Record for the longest toenail, Geddy finally succumbed to exhaustion.  No strength to lift his fork up to his mouth at lunchtime gave me (his doting and faithful mother) the first clue that the time had finally come for 'the trimming'.  After all, it couldn't possibly be that he wasn't hungry for ham, green beans and potatoes.  Geddy loves ham.  Sometimes as I pass by him in the kitchen, Geddy sighs as he gazes longingly into the refrigerator looking for a bit of ham to satiate his desire for 'fat bacon' as Duffy (his loving and attentive father) calls it.

     So, as Geddy sat at the lunch table with his head wearily resting on his hand, fork barely lifted from the table, I had to think quick. The mere fact Geddy had been laying about all day in his bed reading A Series of Unfortunate Events too exhausted to get out of bed gave me an indication that time was drawing near.  And that we'd let things go on long enough.  Geddy's socks were straining under the building pressure of the foreboding toenail slicing away quietly at the threads of the sock.  Briskly, I snatched up that languid foot and unsheathed it.  Before me lay such a sight that I nearly screamed with shock and horror, but, not wanting to alarm the children, I bit down hard on my tongue until I felt my tongue throb with pain. The nail clippers in my hand clattered to the floor like chattering teeth on a frigid night.  "These tiny clippers will never do,"  I thought, "but they're all I have."  I picked up the elfin-sized nail clippers and set to work on the massive toenail.  Wrenching, writhing, grimmacing, sawing.  It seemed to take my strength from me just lifting the foot up.  Finally, sweet release.The toenail seemed to fall in slow motion toward the kitchen tile. There was a sonic boom and the house shook as the toenail dented the floor.  Geddy looked relieved and seemed to perk up immensely now that the enormous toenail lay at his feet unattached. 
"Do you need help lifting it to the trashcan Mom?" Geddy inquired. 
"Yes,"  I replied.  "I don't even think Chevy would be big enough to hoist this thing up,"  I reminded Geddy.  "We'll probably need to go to one of those places that rents giant cranes, you know the kind that they use for building skyscrapers,"  I said solemnly. 
"Well if it's too big for Chevy to lift then a crane isn't going to do much better at the job." 
"You're probably right, Geddy,"  I sighed.  "I guess we'll just have to move to a new home."

Lying, Purple Cheeks, Oh, My!

Suppose that every time you lied, your cheeks would turn bright purple.  It's hard to imagine, isn't it?
  I have just thought about a few things that might happen. For instance: No thief would get away with anything. That would be better, because, as soon as someone came in for questioning, the police would find out if he or she was lying, without even getting out the lie-detector. So, in that case, it would be a good thing.  
  But if you were trying to make a friend feel good, and she was asking how her new sweater looked on her, and it wasn't that great looking, and you were trying to say something nice about it, then bright purple, lying cheeks are not helpful.
  Also, if you were trying to keep a surprise, and people would be disapointed in you, if, say, you gave away the news about someone's surprise party. Yeesh! Not a good situation to be in... But the good news about that is, that your friends and family would understand, if they had gone through a similar type of dilemma.
   Or, how about if you lost or broke something your friend loaned you, and they asked you to please give it back, your friend would know right off the bat, that you no longer had it. The good news is your friend would already know by your flaming purple cheeks. Telling your poor friend would be somewhat easier, since it is often hard to tell someone about bad news.
   In conclusion, most things about having bright purple cheeks when you lied, would be difficult.
 

Just to Be a Can (short fiction by A.)

Written by A.

Introducing Chevy and Bonnie!

These are our two pet birds, Bonnie and Chevy. (The blue one is Bonnie, and the green one is Chevy.) We have had them for a few years, and, since then, we have accumulated Bonnie and Chevy stories and adventures, fairly crazy and exaggerated, but still funny. (So if you hear us talking about them, you'll at least know what we're talking about.) Anyway, It's kind of a family joke, now. It pretty much all started with Bonnie. She gets a little angry when Chevy tries to eat while she's eating. He comes up, and gently pecks at her tail-feathers; As if to say, "Bonnie, can I please eat now?!" She turns around quickly, and manages to warn him, with her beak, and goes on eating. This happens a few times in a row. Bonnie actually pecks him, the next couple of times. As if saying, "No! I just got on!!". When, finally, the game ends by either Bonnie getting annoyed, and letting Chevy have a turn, or Chevy just gives up until she's finished eating. It's pretty amusing to watch, actually.

Groundhog Day

Today is February 2, 2013 (GROUNDHOG DAY!). Last year we traveled together as a family to Marion, Ohio. We brought hot chocolates, to drink there, since it was cold that day. We got to see this small celebrity up close, and got our picture with it.(to the left) The camera crew for a few television stations went to see Buckeye Chuck's big moment. Every one was waiting for the moment, and secretly hoping for more winter or an early start to a new season. Buckeye Chuck indicated an early spring with his ever-present seeming shadow. The festivities were nice, and my dad would have said the Spam-burgers was his favorite part, but he didn't get one.They were giving out the burgers for free. My brother and I each had one. A little later, we bought Spam locally, and had some at home.

Welcome!

Welcome to the blog of the Thompson family Fighting Bigfoots. The blog posts you will find here include scary Chevys, the dangerous attempt to save Bonnie, strange holidays, weird people, interesting photographs, vintage items, artwork, and fairly interesting results.