<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:37:50.427-05:00</updated><category term='peeps sister bird'/><title type='text'>Peep Report</title><subtitle type='html'>Peep is an adopted baby sparrow who fell from her nest at Lowes.  She lives with her peeps and sometimes friend Lee-Lu in Newton, Massachusetts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-6735378500204497473</id><published>2011-08-27T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:18:28.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LeeLuu</title><content type='html'>We are very very very sad to say that Leeluu Peeps companion has past away. One day last winter we were going out to eat lunch... and when we returned home leeluu had fallen to the bottom of the cage and was shaking! We immediatly took her to the bathroom got a towel, water, and lots of other warm things we made her a makeshift nest... we fed her and got her warm towels. After that she only live 5 minutes longer and then past away in Jamies arms and we lay her to rest.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R.I.P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Leeluu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will all miss you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-6735378500204497473?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6735378500204497473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=6735378500204497473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/6735378500204497473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/6735378500204497473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2011/08/leeluu.html' title='LeeLuu'/><author><name>sister bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12008384926914177591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4XRpWGBieo/SgncYfXJkqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V379iGeJPnc/S220/Zoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-1291214688366468540</id><published>2008-09-18T07:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:35:18.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>peep the food crook</title><content type='html'>peep almost all the time we have food up stairs she steals it these are the things she takes    1. salad    2.peanutbutter     3. some times our bread  we all know how crazy peep is just plain old silly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                      peep is so crazy a crook!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-1291214688366468540?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1291214688366468540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=1291214688366468540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/1291214688366468540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/1291214688366468540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2008/09/peep-food-crook.html' title='peep the food crook'/><author><name>sister bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12008384926914177591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4XRpWGBieo/SgncYfXJkqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V379iGeJPnc/S220/Zoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-5388113471928636754</id><published>2008-07-29T07:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:00:40.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeps sister bird'/><title type='text'>peeps  new  look</title><content type='html'>peep is losing her feathers. it happens every year .its called molting.its the time of the year were peep throwsher clothes out and gets a new suit.at first we thought that leeluu pulled her tail feathers out.and then we saw fluffy down feathers on the floor . peeps new suit makes her look cute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-5388113471928636754?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5388113471928636754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=5388113471928636754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/5388113471928636754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/5388113471928636754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/peeps-new-look.html' title='peeps  new  look'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-9122375834014656590</id><published>2008-06-10T23:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:30:17.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Peep</title><content type='html'>Peep has lived with us for one year as of June 9th.  By joining our family, she has added a new element of silliness and joy for which we are so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start our day with her chirping or sometimes sitting on my shoulder while I sleep.  When I am really lucky, she cuddles in my hand or robe.  Allowing me to experience warm fuzzies from her. She loves our morning routines, comes in the bathroom to sit while we brush our teeth, bathe and preen for the day.  Sometimes she helps style our hair too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are punctuated by flybys and visits from her.  Regardless of our activities, she lands, investigates and joins into our lives.  This can be sitting on my keyboard while I type, mooching food, or inspecting Alden, our new baby.  She had designs on his bellybutton stump, but has since forgotten about it now that it has fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep goes to bed earlier than her people do.  She fluffs up those feathers and puts her head under her wing. She grumbles and bangs on her toys when we interrupt her tranquility at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first year with Peep has been wonderful, I hope for many more "typical" days with my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-9122375834014656590?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/9122375834014656590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=9122375834014656590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/9122375834014656590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/9122375834014656590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary-peep.html' title='Happy Anniversary Peep'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-4993785821754415649</id><published>2008-03-23T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:11:19.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>peeps criminal attempts</title><content type='html'>hairpins and shirt clips and barrettes and  eyeliner brush and gel stars and food of all types and price tag and paper clips and Kleenex and leaves off of plants and screws                                                     eye coler      brown                                                       hight    5 inches                          waight 1 oz                           IQ  196&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                                        not truly in jail or e ey thing shes liveing the life&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                   i now its aston ashing and crazy to every one                         number one bird                hip hip hip hooray hip hip hooray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-4993785821754415649?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4993785821754415649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=4993785821754415649' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/4993785821754415649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/4993785821754415649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2008/03/peeps-criminal-attempts.html' title='peeps criminal attempts'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-9147594917904006619</id><published>2008-02-29T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:57:22.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peep and her screwdriver beak</title><content type='html'>last saterday peep was bouncing around the room her kindof freind leeloo was chasing her.peep was holding somting and we didint now what it was.we went over and she had a screw in her mouth and we had no ida were it came from.we took the screw away. later on i looked at the lock on her cage and saw that it was missing. afew days later we saw peep undoing the screws on her cage door.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peeps a crook&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.peep also steals more find out later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-9147594917904006619?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/9147594917904006619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=9147594917904006619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/9147594917904006619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/9147594917904006619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/peep-and-her-screwdriver-beak.html' title='peep and her screwdriver beak'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-2049117394930394053</id><published>2008-02-12T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:55:01.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparrow in the Senate</title><content type='html'>On December 17, 2007, a female house sparrow was flying around the senate media hall before a press conference.   The bird took a snack from a photographer and pooped on the head of a press agent.  The bird was caught with a net and escorted outdoors prior to the start of the press conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bird bears a striking resemblance to Peep. Jamie and I are quite sure her cage was closed when we left for work.  Although there is a strange charge for the US Airways Shuttle to Regan Intl on Jamie's Amex card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have contacted Peep's representatives, who are not commenting on any connections with this event or why the bird was attempting to get media attention in the Senate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-2049117394930394053?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2049117394930394053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=2049117394930394053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/2049117394930394053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/2049117394930394053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/sparrow-in-senate.html' title='Sparrow in the Senate'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-1864324092016217911</id><published>2008-01-11T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T16:59:22.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peep and the bathroom</title><content type='html'>peep,s favoriteroom is the bathroom. when the door is open she fly,s in .if she hear,s the water ruing from a nother room she come,s right in.peep enjoy,s geting a very toasty butt on the light and toasty feet.peep enjoy,s taking bathe,s with us she get,s very wet.her friend leeloo like,s to take the opportunity to join her.peep loves to hide behind bottles jars and mirrors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-1864324092016217911?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1864324092016217911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=1864324092016217911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/1864324092016217911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/1864324092016217911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2008/01/peep-and-bathroom.html' title='peep and the bathroom'/><author><name>sister bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12008384926914177591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P4XRpWGBieo/SgncYfXJkqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/V379iGeJPnc/S220/Zoe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-333698190715270617</id><published>2007-12-04T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:13:30.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What about Lee-Lu?</title><content type='html'>Lee-Lu is a Java Rice Sparrow who came along to keep Peep company when she began to get lonely in August 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee-Lu &amp;amp; Peep have a relationship somewhat like Pepe Le Peu and the unfortunate cat on Looney Tunes. At first, I thought Lee-Lu had poor boundaries.  A close talker, space invader type.  As it turns out he really likes Peep and spends a lot of time singing and dancing as a way to win her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee-Lu is an excellent singer and dancer, but Peep thinks of him as a "frenemie".  They fly around, explore new places, watch videos and take baths together, but sometimes Lee-Lu messes things up by crowding Peep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee-Lu is a serious performer and his music is best inspired by Ella Fitzgerald,  Rosemary Clooney, Outkast and Oojami.  His dance moves have precise rhythms and display his athletic side and shapely legs and feet.  I hope to bring you video of an upcoming performance in the near future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-333698190715270617?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/333698190715270617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=333698190715270617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/333698190715270617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/333698190715270617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-about-lee-lu.html' title='What about Lee-Lu?'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-8696393840510528076</id><published>2007-11-25T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:42:31.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peep's School Day by Sister Bird</title><content type='html'>peep went to the second grade class at mason rice school two fridays ago.peep rode in her peep mobile it,s her little cage.on the way there peep dipped her tail in her water bowl and her tail got drippy.she went crazy in the class and jumped around in her cage.i talked abut peep and peep caled on people so peep code anser the question,s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-8696393840510528076?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8696393840510528076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=8696393840510528076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/8696393840510528076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/8696393840510528076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/peeps-school-day-by-sister-bird.html' title='Peep&apos;s School Day by Sister Bird'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-4807711822304989118</id><published>2007-07-18T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:25:04.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum</title><content type='html'>Peep's favorite word is "yum" and she is an adventurous eater.  She often tries whatever foods are around and has gone so far as to eat mascara.  This tasted bad and left her with a creepy black beak.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the usual bird seed, Peep loves to eat raddiccio and celery, meal worms (cause she can make a meal of them) and oranges.  She has enjoyed mango mousse at a neighborhood block party, but she was a baby and her palate has probably matured a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-4807711822304989118?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4807711822304989118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=4807711822304989118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/4807711822304989118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/4807711822304989118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2007/07/yum.html' title='Yum'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-1616508927133770358</id><published>2007-07-01T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:24:38.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of Liberty</title><content type='html'>We always intended to let Peep go.  After 3 weeks with us, she had begun to eat solid food was was proficient at  hopping.  We were outside eating breakfast with Peep sitting on her clothes drying rack/bird playpen. Jamie put Peep on branch about 5 feet high in a nearby tree so that she could get accustomed to the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep began to explore the branch and hop around. She hopped up to a higher branch about 6 feet high, then 7 feet, and so on.  We could see her in the tree top and she began to fly to an adjacent tree, now she was about 50 feet in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not planned on her leaving yet; she had only been hopping around for a few days and was eating solids for about 24 hours.  I called her name and kept track of her for a few hours while I gardened. Peep flew from tree to tree in the adjacent yards.  Other sparrows chased her out of their roosts.  Eventually she began to make her hungry baby bird noises.  I was in despair, and mad (inappropriately so) at Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for a bit only to find Jamie 40 feet up in the air on the roof when I returned. He was holding onto the chimney with Peep's syringe of baby formula yelling her name and her favorite word "yum-yum".  Peep was buzzing Jamie's head trying to land for food.  After eight passes she landed and was brought down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I learn? Birds learn to fly bit by bit. First up, then down and lastly how to land.  I always assumed it was a binary process, they take flight and execute aerial dope moves.  In the movies, the bird takes off and that's it.  They must edit out the part when you are on the roof embracing a chimney, holding a syringe and screaming "Yum-Yum" in an otherwise peaceful scene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-1616508927133770358?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1616508927133770358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=1616508927133770358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/1616508927133770358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/1616508927133770358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2007/07/taste-of-liberty.html' title='A Taste of Liberty'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-4055251237949247566</id><published>2007-06-26T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:22:38.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird about town</title><content type='html'>Peep required feedings every 15 to 30 minutes when she was very young.  Fortunately, she was highly portable and got to go many places.  These included a neighborhood block party, a circus tent raising and flying under the big top, board meetings, dinner parties, an organic wine tasting and visits to the chiropractor with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would these experiences screw up her formative weeks or would Peep thrive in her enriched birdie environment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-4055251237949247566?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4055251237949247566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=4055251237949247566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/4055251237949247566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/4055251237949247566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2007/06/bird-about-town.html' title='Bird about town'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5985068403333318530.post-4585208687406849563</id><published>2007-06-09T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:15:46.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Price check in aisle one</title><content type='html'>Zoe and I were flower shopping at Lowe's this June. There was a nestling sparrow chick fluttering about in the aisle and in danger of being run over.  Zoe immediately asked, "can we take it home?" Being prudent, we put the little one under a large shelf to wait to see if a parent would come back and find it.  We decided to adopt it when no parents came after an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe carried the chick to the checkout in her hands. It made frequent little noises, hence her name. The cashiers noticed the noises and appeared confused about all this;  If we found peep at Lowe's did we have to pay for her? In the end they were unable to scan a bar code on the little bird so they had to give her to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we stopped at the pet shop to buy baby bird formula and other supplies.  Later that day, Peep was fed and curled up in her new nest asleep.   Our life was just beginning to go to the birds.........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5985068403333318530-4585208687406849563?l=peepreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4585208687406849563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5985068403333318530&amp;postID=4585208687406849563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/4585208687406849563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5985068403333318530/posts/default/4585208687406849563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peepreport.blogspot.com/2007/09/price-check-in-isle-one.html' title='Price check in aisle one'/><author><name>Mother Bird</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08393546850540015285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
