Who's Nest is it Anyway?

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Who's Nest is it Anyway?

Every once in a while I break out in a Martha Stewart rash. I get all domestic and HGTV fevered. I never know exactly when that feverish need for matching pillows will hit, but I generally don't fight it. I just roll with it and follow the urge to nest. Ironically my nesting urges are much like a parrot's. If there are materials around to inspire me, I am going to go all domestic architect. And so it was with our smoothie/juicer blender appliance. You can't have one of those without a blender station. And you can't have a blender station that doesn't match the kitchen.

Alas, someone had to bird sit, and so my ever tasteful husband went shopping and brought home the mother load of nesting materials. Chrome shelving and white rubberized wire baskets to hold stuff. We piled the materials in the kitchen and stood over his inspired design idea uttering that awesome HGTV comment, "This will really look great in this space!"

Our companion parrots were less than impressed. Kirby sat on his chandelier looking down at the chaos that had just arrived offering fluffed feathers in a judgmental parrot moment of disapproval. It was nap time and things were going downhill fast for a parrot needing a nap. Felix was less than interested considering the contents of his food bowls. Treats for the feet, and food for the beak trump any ridiculous project mom and dad invent. The dactyls were in their cages as well as the cockatiels, shielded from the view of all this kitchen upgrade business. And really the only parrot interested in the kitchen was Kirby anyway. The kitchen and dining room are his domain. We knocked out a wall and made the space "open concept" in our last HGTV fever pitch.

Construction of our Chrome Station of Smoothie Juicing Blender Awesomeness went, well, smoothly. So smoothly in just a matter of minutes we were looking at all the glistening chrome shelving against our glorious mustard and umber textured wall. You see after the open concept wall removal we decided to make the "space" a fabulous Tuscan Concept! Oh but the chrome shelves begged for wood to soften all that metal shine. Kirby begged for us to leave. He wanted his nap. Felix yelled something about apple popcorn.

We decided the shelves needed wood inlays sending Cal out into his woodworking garage to pilfer oak from his wood collection and create wood inlays. Kirby lighted on my shoulder to remind me what a nuisance I was, and quickly parted ways with me through the kitchen pass-through. That pass-through lets natural light into the open space of our Tuscan Open Concept! Oh how the chrome shown that day! In no time at all the oak wood inlays were on the chrome shelves, and the shelves were filled with baskets and our ninja implements of smoothie/juicer blender appliances! We both stood back in awe. Satisfied in our domestic decor talents. And now I had a top shelf empty and begging for decor items reflecting our most excellent tastes. I had white baskets begging to be filled with items of interest and foods for, you know, destruction in a blender.

Which is exactly when Kirby began his own nesting upgrades.

Day One; I filled the second shelf with three wire baskets each containing KIND bars, bags of nuts, and sweet potatoes.

Day One and half; Kirby feasted on all the sweet potatoes making them look like termites had invaded. He then chewed open three of the 10 KIND bars. His final nesting move was chewing open the pistachio bag to throw pistachios all over the floor. You see, Kirby doesn't eat Pistachios in the shell, he launches them.

Day Two; I put the KIND bars, and re-bagged nuts in the pantry, and relocated the remaining unmolested sweet potatoes.

Day Two and a half; Kirby drilled holes in the remaining sweet potatoes while in their newly positioned 3rd shelf location.

Day Three; I remove any food from the display baskets, except a jar of raw mixed nuts.

Day Three and a half; Kirby hides behind the jar of raw mixed nuts to peal off the label in private.

Day Four; I move the jar of mixed nuts into the pantry. I didn't need the label anyway. I can see the nuts.

Day Four and a half; Kirby perches on the empty wire baskets and sings the song of his victory.

Day Five; I have 5 empty matching white rubberized wire baskets.

Day Five and a half; Kirby inquires, "I thought this was a Fast Food Concept?"

Open Concept really means our concepts are open to their interpretations. HGTV should have put that on their website.

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