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.

Rainy Afternoon

How I love a rainy afternoon! It's the perfect time to share a piece of toast with my person, then sit on her shoulder and snuggle up to her neck. It's just so cozy, and it's especially nice if there's blackberry jam on the toast. What about you? How do you like to spend a rainy afternoon?

Seasonal Poetry: The Final Installment

Here's the last in my suite of seasonal poems:

Summer
by Shadow

The hot summer sun's
Not very much fun.
It makes a whole lot of heat.
But I find, as a rule,
It's not hard to stay cool
With a nice icy spritz on my feet.

Obsession

You know how you get something in your head and you just can't stop thinking about it? If you're a parrot, you know exactly what I'm talking about. For me these days it's the desk drawer. I always keep one eye alert for any movement my person makes in the direction of that drawer. Then when she puts her hand on it to pull it open, I'm right there, ready to pounce on the drawer's delicious contents -- paper clips, pens, and tape measure. It's so much fun to toss those things around. I know it makes my person mad when I do that, but I just can't help myself. If the drawer's been closed for a while, I reach down and pull on the handle. I pull and pull, listening to the creaking noise it makes and waiting for my person to take the hint and open the drawer. If she doesn't get it, then pretty soon I have to start squawking. It's really hard just sitting there in front of a closed drawer knowing what delicious treats are waiting for me inside, if only my person would hurry up and OPEN THE DRAWER already!