The eagle has landed.

The new parakeet in our house has been exciting for everyone.  Oldest Boy named him Wren.  The bird guy told us it was a male - don't ask me how he knew.  I think he just said that knowing there's a 50/50 chance of being right, and we'd never call him on it.

The boys frequently check on the bird, and are concerned about him being alone when we're away.

Mary Schnauzer didn't notice the bird when we brought him home on Friday.  She played in Oldest Boy's room (where the bird lives) and we even tried to point him out to her.  It went right over her little walnut sized brain.   A squirrel can sit two feet away from Mary in the back yard and if it doesn't flick her in the forehead, she doesn't notice it. 

Finally, she saw the bird.  She's completely obsessed now.  She doesn't bark or growl, but she sits there... staring.  Like Eddie on Frasier.

We told the boys that Mary probably doesn't want to eat the bird, but she'd love to play with it, which would be bad.  I think they get it.

While we all get used to the bird and he gets used to us, a watchful little schnauzer named Mary will be overseeing the bird's every move.