Meet Rocky

We still have the bird. We had an alert put up on our neighborhood's website but haven't gotten any responses. I haven't seen any fliers or heard about anyone missing a bird. The poor thing might not even be from our neighborhood, since it can fly there is really no telling where it came from - or how long it was out, when we got it some food it just ate and ate. So, it looks like we're now bird owners.

We didn't want to keep calling it "the bird", so we decided to name it. We got lots of name recommendations - including Bandit so we'd own Smokey and the Bandit, but we decided to name it Shamrock (since it found us on St. Patrick's day) and call it "Rocky."

Its been a tough weekend for Smokey - he just stares at Rocky constantly, and we have to reprimand him when he tries to jump at the bird. Poor things, they are stressing each other out. This photo is what Smokey has looked like for a good part of the weekend - sitting and staring at the bird, looks like Sylvester with Tweety bird. They are both eating, which we take as a good sign, but we'll have more work to do with Smokey to get him used to not being the only pet in the house.