Spring Chores

It's still warm outside and I went out in my carrier again this morning but not for a walk. This time I was helping my person mow the lawn. While she pushes the lawn mower back and forth, I keep an eye out for predators. Helping with the lawn mowing is my main outside chore, though sometimes I help out with the gardening, too. I sit in my carrier and watch for predators while my person plants, weeds, and waters, though often she just does that by herself and doesn't let me help. That makes me a bit nervous because I don't like to think of her out there alone with all those predators around. The one chore I refuse to help out with is weed whacking. I don't like the sound of that weed whacker at all! However, I bet the predators don't like it either so I don't mind letting my person go outside alone for that chore.

At Last!

It certainly isn't chilly today. In fact, it is quite warm, and guess what? I went outside in my carrier! It was so exciting. There was so much to see outside, I didn't know what to look at, so I just kept looking around at everything -- at the sky and the clouds, the trees and bushes, the road with the cars rushing by, all the outside birds, everything! The brook was rushing over the rocks and the birds were singing and it was all wonderful. My person says it will probably get cold again, at least for a little while. I sure hope it doesn't because I want to go outside in my carrier everyday. It's almost as good as eating walnuts. Almost.

Sounds of Early Spring

Things outside are looking greener everyday though it's still a bit chilly for me to go outside. However, I can enjoy it from the comfort of my windowsill. Some of the outside birds are returning from their winter vacation. Sometimes a phoebe sits on the clothesline post. Poor thing with its dull brown feathers, nothing at all like beautiful brilliant and colorful parrot feathers. But it does have an interesting screech. I like to listen to it call "Phoebe! Phoebe!" with its raspy voice. And I like to listen to the Canada geese when they fly over head, "Honk! Honk!" The outside birds make some very interesting sounds, though of course none of them can squawk as beautifully as a parrot.

Birthday Party

Today was my birthday party. Fifteen years ago I hatched out of my egg. So I guess it was really a hatchday party. Anyway, It was really fun. My person baked a cake with walnuts in it and the guests brought me presents, and guess what the presents were. Walnuts! And when everyone sang "Happy Birthday to You" (It really should have been Happy Hatchday to You), I squawked right along in my very loudest voice. Everyone paid attention to me and it was all about me. It was so much fun. Also, it was my friend April's birthday yesterday, but her birthday party is tomorrow. That's April with me in the picture.

Carrier Dreams

I've been spending a lot of time recently sitting on the windowsill looking out the window. Sometimes I watch the outside birds at the feeder, but most of the time I scan the landscape checking for predators and other interesting things. The snow's all gone but it's still not warm enough to go outside in my carrier. I know that because the other day my person opened the window while I was sitting on the sill, and that blast of cold air sure was surprising! Sigh. One of these days soon it'll be warm enough for me to go outside and be part of the landscape(in my carrier, of course). I can't wait.

Confused

I know I've gotten really behind on my blogging recently. Part of the problem is my confusion about keyboard. On the one hand, I need to use it to write my blog posts, but on the other hand, those keys just look so luscious and chewable. So I stare at the keyboard thinking, "Write or chew? Write or chew?" In fact, the other day while my person was out of the room for a few minutes, I chewed two keys right off the keyboard. Yummy! They sure tasted good, though my person didn't seem to be too happy about it when she came back and saw what I had done. But what did she think I was going to do all alone with rows of keys saying "Chew me! Chew me!" Who could resist that?

Parrot Cave

Contrary to what you may think, bears aren't the only animals that spend the winter in caves. Here I am in my parrot cave, busily chewing away. You can see that I have quite a stack of books to chew through, not the least of which is the Central Vermont and New Hampshire phone book (2011). I guess I have enough to keep me busy until it's warm enough to go outside for walks in my carrier. Probably that'll be about the same time as the bears emerge.