A Book About Vegetables

OK, my person is at it again, writing a book that is NOT about parrots. This one is a story about growing vegetables, but since I like eating vegetables, I guess I can't complain. I like growing vegetables, too. OK, I like watching my person grow vegetables, and then eating them fresh right out of the garden. Anyhow, you can find out about my person's new book here. It's called "Which Half?" because these two brothers can't figure out which half of the vegetables to eat. Ha ha. It's a really nice story even though it is an ebook so you can't chew the pages. But the words are nice, and the pictures are too.

I love the paper shredder!

I LOVE talking with the paper shredder. It always has so many interesting things to say. Well, OK, it really only says one thing -- Whirr! -- but it sounds so cool when it says it. We have the most fun conversations: Whirr! Squawk! Whirr! Squawk! Whirr! Squawk! The only problem is that when I try to cozy up to the paper shredder, my person always pulls me away. "That paper shredder has a bite sharper than yours," she tells me. Hmm. I find that hard to believe.

Humph!

So a couple of phone company guys were just here doing some work. It's really exhausting when strangers like that come to the house. I have to keep any eye on them to make sure they don't do anything predatory, keep my feathers fluffed up to enhance my big and tough look, and squawk loudly at regular intervals, just so they know who's boss. And then they have the nerve to ask my person: "Why doesn't she say anything?" What do they think I'm saying with all that squawking? "I'm a big tough parrot so you'd better not try anything!" Of course.

Sheesh!

It's no secret how I feel about those dumb robins and their silly habit of migrating south for the winter when they could stay at home warm and safe in their cages with full food dishes. But since they do migrate, you'd think they'd at least have the sense to stay away until the weather gets warm again. But nooooooo. Yesterday there was a whole flock of them right outside the house, huddled in the tree branches with their feathers all fluffed up against the cold. What were they thinking? That some worms would just pop up out of the frozen ground and say "Eat me"? At least the worms have the sense to stay underground until spring comes. But those robins….sheesh!

It's March, but…….

February is finally over! What a dreary month that was. But, frankly, March isn't looking any better so far. It still looks snowy and icy outside and my person says it's very cold. Well, I've had enough of this silly weather and I think it's time for a change. But nobody listens to me. There's nothing this little green parrot can do but wait around until someone decides to change the weather. Meantime, I'll sit by my food dish and dream of sunny days, sunflowers growing tall in the garden, and morning walks in my carrier. I hope spring comes soon!