Yet Another Kind of Predator

My person keeps a drawer full of predators. She says they’re bottles of paint that she uses to decorate things, but I know they’re really predators. Not that any of them have ever actually tried to attack me, but I know a predator when I see one. Apparently, my person doesn’t, so it’s up to me to protect us. Whenever one of those paint bottles comes out of the drawer, I have to fluff up my feathers and puff out my wings and put on my mean vulture look. Then I lunge. If the paint bottle happens to be in my person’s hand when I attack, then a finger might get bitten in the process. That always makes her mad. I keep trying to tell her that it’s dangerous to hold a predator in your hand, but she just doesn’t get it.

Yum!

Do you like cookies? I loooove cookies. Fortunately, my person likes to bake them almost as much as I like to eat them. This week we’ve been eating Halloween cookies. My person cut them into weird shapes, like skulls and bats. I don’t care so much about the shapes, though. I just like the eating part. I have a real sweet beak. I like ice cream, too. I pretty much like to eat anything sweet. What about you? Do you have a sweet beak? What kinds of treats do you like to eat?

Mad

Don’t you just hate it when your person goes out and stays out ALL DAY, leaving you all by yourself in your cage? That’s what happened yesterday and I was just soooo mad! What does she expect me to do all day all by myself in my cage? After I ate my pellets and tossed some apple pieces around the cage and played with my toothbrush, well, then what was I supposed to do? I talked with the furnace for a while and had a brief conversation with the refrigerator, but I have to say, conversation with those two gets boring pretty quickly as they never seem to have anything new to say. By the time my person finally got home I was pretty mad, but then I was so happy to see her, I just squawked with joy and sat on her shoulder and snuggled up to her neck. People. You just can’t stay mad with them long, no matter what they do.

Parrot Summer

Don’t you just love parrot summer? You know, when you get a few days in the middle of the chilly autumn season that are warm enough for a parrot to go outside. We’ve been having a few days of parrot summer this week and I’ve been enjoying outside walks in my carrier. It is kind of a strange time to be outside. There’s hardly any green anymore. It’s all orange and yellow and brown, which would be quite scary for a green parrot like me if I didn’t have the protection of my carrier. I haven’t seen any predators during my walks this week, but if they were around, they didn’t see me either! My carrier keeps me well hidden.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I’ve got plenty to keep me busy these days. As you can see in the photo, my person has given me quite a stack of books to work on. It’ll a take me a little while to get to the bottom of that one. A parrot’s work is never done!

Parrot Poetry Returns

Ode to the Furnace
by Shadow

The furnace keeps me nice and warm
In chilly autumn weather,
And though it isn’t quite as soft,
It’s warm as any feather.

The furnace lives beneath the house,
Where it rumbles, shakes, and blows
To keep me toasty as can be
From my beak down to my toes

Though autumn days are warmed by sun,
They’re chilly by afternoon’s end,
And that is why I’m very glad
That the furnace is my friend!

Under the Weather

No one likes being sick. However, we parrots know better than to let anyone know when we aren’t feeling well. I mean, just think what would happen if I were hanging out in the jungle acting all sick, and a predator saw me. It would know I was weak and unable to defend myself. So when we parrots feel sick, we always hide it. People, on the other hand, are a completely different story. My person, for example, has not been feeling well today and believe me, I know it. She spent the whole afternoon lounging on the sofa. The worst part of it was, she left me in my cage in the other room. I had to squawk quite a few times to remind her that I was all alone. Finally, she got up and paid some attention to me. Sheesh! Feeling a little sick is one thing, but it’s no reason to neglect your pet parrot.