A New Parrot Poem

Upon My Person's Shoulder
By Shadow

When days are getting short
And nights are getting colder,
I am warm and snug
Upon my person's shoulder.

When predators come near
And I'm needing to feel bolder
I fly to a safe perch
Upon my person's shoulder.

We've passed the years together.
Now that I am getting older,
There's no place I'd rather be
Than on my person's shoulder.

Ho Hum

Things are pretty dreary here in the parrot cage. Most of that scary white snow has been washed away, but it's being replaced by ice and rain, gray skies, chilly air. There's not much to do but snuggle up to my person to stay warm, watch her write, and nip on her ear every time she's eating something that looks delicious, just so she doesn't forget to share some with me (she does forget sometimes). So that's how we're spending these gray winter days over here. How about you?

Vacation…again!

OK, somebody's got to explain this whole vacation thing to me because, frankly, I don't get it. I just got back from vacation and the only word I can think of to describe the experience is BO - RING. I mean, really. My person took me to the neighbor's house and then just left me there. So I spent the whole week just sitting around in my cage eating and chewing and playing, doing all the usual things, but I wasn't at home and I wasn't with my person. So, what was the point of that? And where was my person the whole time? Finally at the end of the week she came to get me and brought me back home and now, thank goodness, everything is back to normal. So that's good, but why did we have to go through that whole "vacation" experience in the first place? Can someone please tell me why people do this?