Friday, January 28, 2011

Cookies or Predators? You Decide.

This is what was on the kitchen counter this afternoon. This is where my person expected me to stand and pose for the camera. Is she kidding? As soon as I saw that scary plate of I-don't-know-what, I let out a loud squawk and flew right to the top of my person's head - the closest high point. I like to munch on cookies as much as the next parrot, but a wise parrot knows that first you have to make sure that they actually are cookies. So I'm not taking any chances. My person can call them what she wants, but a whole group of them bunched together like that looks suspiciously predatory to me.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Snow Monsters

One of the scary things about winter is that after every snowstorm, all these monsters come out. There’s this one monster that comes scrape-scrape-scraping up our driveway with its big yellow mouth pushing all the snow around. That sound always makes my feathers stand on end. My person bravely goes outside and gives the monster some money, and that usually makes it go away.

Then there’s the orange monster that lives in the garage across the street. As soon as I hear that rat-tat-tatting noise, I fly to the windowsill and, sure enough, I see that orange thing out there sucking up snow with its mouth and blowing it out its nose. What a disgusting thing to do! I puff up my feathers and give it my hardest beady-eyed parrot stare, just in case it ever thinks of coming and sucking things up over here, it’ll know that this house is protected by a fierce parrot. So far, I’ve managed to keep it away from us.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


It's always a good day when there's laundry.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Always Vigilant

My person still doesn’t get it about predators. Recently she’s been hanging out with a big bottle of glue. She picks it up, holds it for a while, puts it back down, picks it up again. . . . She keeps doing this. She doesn’t get how dangerous it is to be so close to predators, no matter how much I try to warn her. I nip her ear and bite the bottle, but that just makes her mad. Believe me, with her buddy-buddy attitude towards predators, she wouldn’t survive one minute in the jungle. It’s hard enough for me to keep her safe in the house.

Saturday, January 8, 2011


My person and I have been watching the outside birds at the feeder that my person put up for them. I'm sure glad MY feeder is inside. I wouldn't want to be eating out there where it's so cold. Plus, with all this snow we've been getting, it's all white out there. My beautiful green feathers would be really noticeable to predators. Those outside feeder birds don't seem to be afraid of predators. Of course, most of them - chickadees, titmice, nuthatches - have a lot of white feathers so they blend in with the landscape. Me, I'm a tropical bird. I prefer to spend my winters inside nibbling on walnuts and chewing up popsicle sticks. I'll go outside in my carrier when the weather gets warmer.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

tea time

Here I am enjoying afternoon tea with my person's new tea set that she got for Christmas. Yum!