Monday, June 25, 2012
When we were out for our walk yesterday, my person and I came upon a woodpecker. It was pecking away on the trunk of a tree right next to the road. It was very friendly and didn't seem to mind at all when we stopped to watch it for a while. I really enjoyed the loud tap tap tapping noise it made. Of course the reason it was tapping away like that was because it was looking for insects to eat. That part doesn't sound so enjoyable to me. Although my food repertoire is quite broad, I don't think I need to add insects to it. Give me a sunflower seed any day. What I really admired about the woodpecker was its feet, very similar to mine, with two toes facing forwards and two facing backwards. With those feet, it could climb straight up the tree trunk the way I climb up my person's leg. A very talented bird. I hope we meet up again someday when I'm out for another walk.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
I was hanging out with the paper shredder the other day and we had a fine old time together. While it was busy shredding paper, I cheered it along with a chorus of squawks. That's always fun. The paper shredder and I have a good deal in common. For one, we both shred paper and for two, we both like to make noise. Although I have to say, the paper shredder is rather repetitive in its methods. When it shreds paper, every piece comes out the same shape, long and thin. And it always makes the same noise while it works -- whirr whine whirr whine. I, on the other hand, enjoy shredding paper into all kinds of shapes, some large, some small, and each one unique. I also toss them all over the place instead of letting them all fall neatly into a black box like the paper shredder does. Well,we each have our own way of doing things. That's what makes the world go round, right?
Sunday, June 17, 2012
I had an interesting experience with a thrush this afternoon. It was in the woods behind our house singing its thrush song, so I decided to see if I could strike up a conversation with it. I squawked, it sang its thrush song. I squawked again, it sang its thrush song again. I tried out all my best squawks, but I couldn't get it to squawk back. It just kept singing its silly thrush song. So then I tried my telephone and microwave beeps, and I even threw in a few "pretty birds", but still it just kept singing that thrush song. Hmph. I guess some birds only want to sing what they want to sing, unlike we parrots, who know the joy of imitating any sound that comes our way. So I don't know what the big deal about songbirds is. All they do is sing, whereas a parrot can sing, squawk, talk, beep, honk, and lots more, too.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
I really squawked when I realized how much of this month has gone by and I haven't blogged once! But there's really not much new to report. I am still busy in the parrot cave, shredding and shredding, and squawking at my person when she tries to clean up the results of my work. Lately she's taken to locking me in my cage while she cleans up the parrot cave. Oooooh, that is so frustrating! Believe me, I squawk as loudly as I can when she does that, but it doesn't seem to make any difference. She just sweeps all my work into the trash can anyway. Besides my work in the parrot cave, I've also been going outside in my carrier. That's fun because I get to squawk at the outside birds. I don't always feel like going outside, though. But my person doesn't always get it. Sometimes she tries to put me in my carrier anyway. Then I have to bite her because that's the only way I can get her to listen. I know I complain a lot about my person, but I really do love her. After all, she's the one who fills my food dish every morning.