Some of my fans have expressed interest in seeing what my workspace looks like. Here's a photo of me at the computer:
Somehow that darned cow keeps showing up on top of the delete key, and then I have to push it out of the way. You'd think someone didn't want me stepping on that key, or something. I can't imagine why. Anyhow, as you know, I spend a lot of time at the computer, helping my person and my step-person. By the end of the day, I get very tired and have to take a little snooze:
You may be wondering how I've been spending my days lately since I haven't been blogging. Well, let me tell you, my step-person has been keeping me very busy helping him with his work.
I have to spend the entire day sitting on his shoulder while he does things on the computer. You can see in the photo what a tough job it is. But I'm glad to do it. I'm happy to do my part to keep things going around here, especially if it involves getting a treat when I'm done. I don't know what my step-person would do without me to help him. But I can only do it on the days he works at home. I can't imagine how he gets anything done when he goes to the office and has to work without my help.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I hope you have a very thankful day. This year, as always, I am thankful that I am a parrot and not a turkey. I am also thankful that I am not a dumb robin or some other outside bird hungrily poking around in the cold snow in case I might happen to find a piece of rotten fruit or a stray seed or some other tiny tidbit to eat but instead live inside in a nice warm cage with a full food dish even though my people don't let me out of the cage all the time but sometimes make me stay in there even when I want to get out and sit on their shoulders and bite their ears even though they are busy doing something else and then when I start squawking in protest, they shut the door to my room. But it's still a lot nicer than having to live outside in the cold snow and not have any people to love and feed you.
Although I am the poet in the family, my person also likes to try her hand at poetry writing from time to time. Some of her work is not too bad. Today I'd like to share one of my favorite poems by my person:
(with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
Once upon a morning dreary, while I glanced with eye so
Over many a crumbled cracker scattered on the once-clean
Suddenly I heard some talking, no I didn’t, it was
Yes, it was the parrot squawking: Polly wants crackers! She
Once my days were calm and quiet, there was no fuss, there
was no riot,
But that was then, those long-gone days without a bird that
Now my life is filled with screeching, parrot begging, bird
With that phrase she’s oft heard shrieking: Polly wants
crackers! She wants more!
Once my house was clean and polished, all intact, nothing
Crumbs picked up and dirt all gone, swept neatly out the
Now my things are all a-scatter, pencils chewed and books
And there is that constant chatter: Polly wants crackers!
She wants more!
Now my back is always aching, picking up the mess she’s
Sweeping up a parrot’s clutter is a never-ending chore.
As I clean I hear it loud, the voice with which she’s been
As she announces, oh so proud: Polly wants crackers! She wants
Though I gripe, I oftenponder: Of this bird I can’t be fonder,
She makes a mess but she’s so cute, this little bird that I
A silent house might well disturb me, and I’m sure it would
No more to hear (it would unnerve me): Polly wants crackers!
She wants more!
Lunchtime is a very nice time of day. It's especially nice when you share it with your loved ones. Here's a picture of me enjoying a lunchtime peanut butter sandwich with my step person:
By the way, do you know how to eat a peanut butter sandwich? The best way is to start from the underside of the bread and eat your way through until you almost reach the peanut butter. Then you leave the peanut butter part for someone else to eat. Leave the crust for them, too, then go off and look for another piece of bread and start all over again. Also, be sure to leave lots of crumbs all over the table.
This neighborhood is full of predators. I can't understand why my people chose to live here.
First of all there are these scary monsters that come by every week or so. They run all over the lawns roaring and eating grass, but just because they eat grass doesn't mean that they wouldn't also want to take a bite out of a tasty parrot who just happened to be by the window.
Those are the regular predators but there are other ones that drop by occasionally. Like today there were these big scary ladders leaning up against the house across the street and every once in a while, completely without warning, they would move to another place and lean up against the house there. For all I know they were planning to come over here later on and lean up against this house just in case they might find a tasty parrot inside. I had to spend all day watching those scary things and warning my people with loud squawks every time the monsters moved.
You know, I don't know what my people would do without me to protect them. First of all, they moved to this dangerous place, and then they act as if it's completely safe. So I'm really busy a lot of the time warning them that danger is near.