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So I got meselff a bird. A canary. It is apparently a boy, who 6 months ago was an egg. I held an egg up to the cage and it seems like a remarkable transformation. He doesnt look like an egg these days at all.
To get him to sing, he has to have sounds around that he likes. The cd of another canary singing was pretty good, which made me worry he was prone to egotism.
I dont want to make that call too early, as apparently canaries also like the sound of vaccuum cleaners (yet to test).
so i leave the radio playing all day and whilst i havent found the station yet that he really likes, we seem to have similar tastes in what we dont like.
there was one glorious moment in musical experimentation with a random collection of classical music i was chucking together to soothe the 6 year old savages where birdyboy cranked it out, and johnny harmonised :)