Somewhere Over the Splotchbow

Hello Lovelies,

Yes, another strange title for my post and here’s the explanation. Splotch is one of our bird family members. Bree  is working with him to teach him how to sing, as male cockatiels are famous for.  Bree found a recording of… wait for it… Somewhere Over the Rainbow. But whistling! Quite amazing. Anyway, Splotch is trying hard to emulate what he is hearing. Although at the moment, his singing sounds like a cross between a raptor and someone at his first violin lesson. Once in a while splotch nails a note, but  I don’t think he will be flying down the yellow brick road anytime soon, LOL.

Be good or else,

Sir John


Hello lovelies,

You’re probably wondering what SHB means…spank her bottom? Spank hot Bree? Well no. In fact this post is not about D/s at all. It’s about humanity.

The letters mean Saint Healer Bree, and no truer words have been spoken. I’ve seen Bree heal and nurse animals and same with people. It always amazes and humbles me. She has such a big heart.

Right now, we have a very sick baby bird. Bree not only is taking care of it 24/7, but she figured out a way to help her by rigging up an ingenious apparatus to drain the fluid stuck in the little guy’s throat. We don’t know if he or she is going to make it but I’ll tell you this, Bree is giving he/she the best chance at surviving.

I’d like to think we all would strive to be like Bree. What a different world we’d have if that were even a little true.

Please say a prayer…it’s a baby bird so it doesn’t have to be a big one. I hope if given the opportunity, you can all pay it forward. As Bree does, she’s pretty awesome.

Be good or else,



Hey Lovelies!

It’s just another day in the Hayse household surrounded by the dogs and birds. Lots and lots of birds. What started out as a hobby has now turned into a full-blown aviary. Am I surprised? No. After all- this is Bree.

All of you know her story and the reason we brought Bananas into her life. Well, our little feathered sweetie gave her so much joy that she wanted to share it with her fellow vets. With five eggs in the nest, two brand new chicks we’re hand raising, and the little ‘bald eagle’ about to be weaned- we can officially announce that the Cockatiel Companion Program for Home-Bound Veterans has begun.


I am SO proud of my wife. After everything she’s gone through, she continues to rise to the top. Thanks to you- her readers and her friends- she’s been able to retire early from hospice nursing and devote her time to the program and that novel a month that she promised for you.

That being said, I feel the need to point out something. The tours/authors she hosts on this blog are all voluntary AKA there is no pay. Consistent with who she is, Bree wants to help as many people as she can. Unfortunately, there are those out there who believe themselves to be entitled and, recently, accusatory and demanding.

Yesterday, a NEW author of a self-published book emailed her with some rather ugly accusations and assumptions as to WHY she didn’t promo him. The answer was simple- she didn’t get the media kit and promised she’d put up the post if she could get it. No biggie, right? Not for this jerk (who didn’t even bother to introduce himself). I mean, who does that?

Is there a term for a male Diva? 

The worse thing for a man to do, in my eyes, is to disrespect a woman. Even more, disrespect MY woman. I am so proud of Bree for standing up to him and not allowing yet another person try to steal her voice or manipulate her. It was also so embarrassing to the male population  (and the US Army) that he whined like a brand new subbie who needed a serious spanking. Seriously- every alleged ‘apology’ he made was laced with more insults and excuses, and deepened the hole he had dig for himself. If you mess up- own it, apologize for it, and let it go AKA Grow Up.

Who has time for such drama and theatrics?

You guys know me and my disposition about how to treat my ladies. Don’t ever come after what’s mine and not expect me to get involved. I won’t stand for anyone- especially a man (who shifted to the pity party and victim mentality when he was called out) dissing any of my girls. That includes you, my darlings.

Bree told him to approach her professionally and she’d help- but I put a stop to it. I blocked this individual from her email and he won’t be posted on this blog. Many of you have enjoyed the opportunity to meet all these new authors through Silver Daggers Tours and Saturday Spanks- but this person, and any like him, won’t be one of them. No more abusers- no more bullies- just no more.

Be Good or Else!

Sir John


Hello lovelies,

Bree says you all like to read about our crazy life and trust me, it’s really crazy. So, here we go.

We all have erogenous zones, but Bree has a very special one. No, not that one, let’s keep it clean shall we?

As you know, we have a new member of our crazy family named Bananas…a cockatiel (AKA Cocky-raptor). Now, you may ask yourself what in the heck does this have to do with erogenous zones? You see Bree’s big, and I mean BIG, button in this area is on her neck, kind of around the Dracula area. I know exactly where it is and, when I bite down, she melts- I mean seriously turns into a puddle and she’s down for the count.

Bananas is a very curious bird, exploring everything and into anything he can either walk on, nibble, or both. He sits on our shoulders, our heads, and often walks across the … drum roll…..backs of our necks. So, I saw Bananas land on Bree’s neck and she giggled because his little feet tickled her, but then she started shaking, her eyes rolled back and ….BAM! A neckgasm! I thought it was hilarious, Bree not so much.

The funniest thing is that Bananas, being a parrot, repeats things that get a reaction. Needless to say…

I told you….crazy life.

Be good or else,


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