Monday, May 29, 2017


If you were a parrot. . . you would spend your days cozily snuggled up on the back of your person's neck!

Thursday, May 18, 2017


My duties as a pet parrot keep me busy from morning till night. My biggest responsibility is protecting my people from predators. It's astounding sometimes how clueless they seem to be about this danger. The other day, one of my people brought this home:

She calls it "nailbrush." But I know that a predator by any other name is still a predator. As soon As I saw that thing sitting on the bathroom counter, I flew out of there as fast as I could go. But my person didn't follow. She stayed right there next to that thing. Lucky for her, it didn't attack. So far, it has been spending its days just sitting there quietly, but you never know with predators. I keep a wary eye on it at all times. Somebody's got to protect my people, after all.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Bird Watching

I spent some time this morning watching a pair of doves foraging in the garden. Why they choose to eat out of the dirt instead of out of their food dishes, I'll never understand.
Later I had a conversation with a blue jay. "Caw," said the blue jay. "Squawk," I replied. This went on for a little while until the blue jay flew away. I guess it finally understood that you can't out squawk a parrot!

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

The Secret of Life

The Secret of Life, as any pet parrot can tell you, is knowing where the sunflower seeds are kept.
In my case, it's the kitchen cupboard that holds this big old bucket of trail mix.

I have to admit, I don't mind nibbling on the occasional dried cranberry or nut that I might come across, but, fortunately, sunflower seeds make up the largest portion of this mix. Any time my person is in the kitchen, I'm right there with her, pulling on her ear to remind her to open the cabinet and bring out the seeds. Sadly, she doesn't always obey me, but that's a subject for another post.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Parrot Sounds

That gray parrot, Trouble, is visiting again, sitting out there in the living room, talking up a storm.

I don't know why people think she's so interesting just because she can imitate the sounds they make. I'm pretty good at imitating sounds, myself, even if I don't usually choose to copy words. I can whoosh softly like a comb going through hair. I can flick like floss being pulled between teeth. I can beep like a microwave oven or a phone being dialed. And, as far as human sounds go, I can make a pretty good kissing sound, if I do say so myself. So it's not just about words. We professional parrots have quite a wide repertoire of sounds, and we add to it all the time. That is the fun of being  a parrot, after all.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Toaster Oven

I do love a nice crunchy piece of toast. That's why I'm friendly with the toaster oven. In fact, I once wrote a poem singing its praises. When it's feeling generous, it opens its mouth wide and offers up a couple of pieces of toast. But it's a moody fellow and you never know when it will decide to just sit there and give you the cold shoulder.

I think, though, if I stand there and stare at it long enough, it will get the message and produce the toast.

Sunday, May 3, 2015


I find most housework frightening because it involves scary appliances such as vacuum cleaners, carpet sweepers, and irons. Doing laundry, however, is a whole different story. I just love laundry (unless my people decide to use the iron on it but, fortunately, that doesn't happen around here too often).

I love everything about laundry, from listening to the clothes swishing around in the washing machine, to hanging them to dry, to folding them, to hanging them in the closet. My people seem to think that once the laundry's hung up in the closet, then the chore is done. But that's because they've never had the fun of running around on top of hangers full of clean clothes, like I have.

Anyhow, when it's laundry day, I am always right there ready to help. I have to admit that sometimes it's a bit overwhelming and I'm not sure where to start.

But once I've figured it out, I get right to work, climbing all over the clean laundry, poking at it and chewing it. I tell you, there's nothing like it.