Thankful

It's that thankful time of year again and time for my annual Thanksgiving post. This year I am thankful that I have a nice, big food dish and a person who always keeps it full. I am thankful that I have seed treats and a person who gives them to me every day. I am thankful that there is a furnace in the house that keeps me warm all winter and that I don't have to fly south for the winter like some of those outside birds.  I am thankful to be a parrot and not a robin so I get to eat seeds and fruit inside in my cage and not worms outside in the mud. And, most of all, at this time of year I am thankful to be a parrot and not a turkey.

Fall Poetry

Continuing with my suite of seasonal poems, I present you with this poem about fall:


Fall
by Shadow

In early fall
The little birds call,
"Migration time is near."
Then off they race
To a warmer place.
As for me, I stay right here.

Spring Migrants

The migratory birds are coming back, and while I'm happy to have so many noisy tweety birds around, I have to wonder...what's the point? That whole migration business seems like a big waste of time to me. I know I've blogged about this before, but I still don't get it. Those migratory birds fly thousands of miles just so they can spend the winter in a warm place with a lot of food. Well, I do the same thing, and I don't have to fly anywhere to do it. I just stay in my nice warm cage and let my person keep my food dish full. I don't know why those other birds don't do the same. Seems a lot easier to me. Sure, I can't go outside all winter, but so what? Outside isn't always so great anyhow. There are lots of predators and big scary cars and other unpleasant things out there. So, personally, I can't see that migration brings any great benefits that are worth the trouble of all that flying.

Migration

I know I’ve said it before, but I’m saying it again: I just don’t get all this migration business. My person says migratory birds are looking for a place to spend the winter that’s warm and has food. If that’s all they’re after, then I have to ask this: Why don’t they just stay in their own cages? After all, a cage is warm and has a full food dish. On top of that, it probably also comes with toys and a person who gives you treats. And it’s right here. You don’t have to fly anywhere to have all this. Why would any bird want to go anywhere else? I just don’t get it.

The Latest Parrot Poetry

Migration (or not)
by Shadow

Robins travel twice a year
Seeking better weather
Winters south and summers north
They always fly together.

Parrots stay where they belong
In their jungle home
There they’ve got food and flock
They’ve no need to roam.

Migration

I haven’t seen any of those dumb robins around here lately. I guess they’ve already started migrating south for the winter. What a waste of energy, don’t you think, to fly all those miles looking for a place to spend the winter. Believe me, you won’t catch me migrating anywhere. I know that if I stay here all winter, I’ll be safe and warm and well fed in my cage. But those dumb robins think they have to fly thousand of miles every autumn and then thousands of miles back again every spring. Silly things. But what can you expect from a bird that eats worms?

North for the Winter

These days I’m getting some competition for my squawking. It’s those honking, migrating geese. They fly overhead making the most raucous noise. But I sure give them a run for their money. I know my squawking can beat any old goose’s honking anytime of day! Poor geese, to have to fly so far to find a place to spend the winter. Personally, I don’t mind winter in the north at all. My cage is cozy anytime of year, and there are fresh pellets and seed treats in it everyday. What more could a little green parrot want? I’m glad I’m not a migratory bird. What about you? Do you migrate? Where do you spend the winter?