Man, having a teenaged parrot is tough. She's unpredictable, moody, territorial, usually covered with food as in pic...
Before we got her, we read something about having a parrot being like having a tiny dragon, which sounds really cool if you don't give it a lot of thought (especially if you read the Anne McCaffrey dragon books when you were a kid). Tiny dragon is absolutely correct. She rules the household with her sulky moods. And she was such a darling sunny baby, always singing and talking and snuggling. Now it's all screaming and demanding and general bitchiness. Although she can still be very snuggly- she's snuggling on Tom's shoulder right now making nice cooing noises- but she's worn out from ordering us around all day.
I will say life is much funnier with a parrot around. We give her pecans from our tree, and when she tries to crack them, they shoot out of her claw and hit her in the stomach, and then she gets angry and leaps on the offending nut and attacks it and it hits her again. Epic battle of the biological Kingdoms.
Right now she has climbed down off her perch and run across the floor and is turning in weird fluttery circles like a wind-up toy. At least she is more or less trained not to poop on us.
Before we got her, we read something about having a parrot being like having a tiny dragon, which sounds really cool if you don't give it a lot of thought (especially if you read the Anne McCaffrey dragon books when you were a kid). Tiny dragon is absolutely correct. She rules the household with her sulky moods. And she was such a darling sunny baby, always singing and talking and snuggling. Now it's all screaming and demanding and general bitchiness. Although she can still be very snuggly- she's snuggling on Tom's shoulder right now making nice cooing noises- but she's worn out from ordering us around all day.
I will say life is much funnier with a parrot around. We give her pecans from our tree, and when she tries to crack them, they shoot out of her claw and hit her in the stomach, and then she gets angry and leaps on the offending nut and attacks it and it hits her again. Epic battle of the biological Kingdoms.
Right now she has climbed down off her perch and run across the floor and is turning in weird fluttery circles like a wind-up toy. At least she is more or less trained not to poop on us.
Which reminds me: I have several bird boxes in mind. The peacock box turned out really well (see it on the header- it's also for sale under "wood and glass boxes"), and I have a parakeet cage box in mind. I already etched glass pieces with parakeets (see pic), and when I can nag Tom into it, he'll hopefully make them into a box with two glass sides with small wood bars coming down over the glass. A cage-like handle and voila.
The rose box is finished! It turned out gorgeous and we'll be putting it on "wood and glass boxes" for sale later today. We chickened out of putting real rose thorns on it, though. It's just perfect as it is.
And a total derail of the topic: because I am a giant nerd, I have to crow about the fact that I have tickets to Austin's Comic Con in late October, for the Star Trek: TNG festivities, WITH a photo op with Captain Picard. Oh, the joy. It doesn't suck that the Walking Dead folks will also be there. I cannot wait to put a photo of me in the Captain's lap on my classroom wall. What DOES one wear for such an occasion?
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