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| As most readers know, I love hearing stories about parrots and I love to tell them! I will add more stories to this section of the website. If you have a great parrot story, I would love to read it!
| THE LADIES MAN
by Sally Blanchard
Many years ago, I lived with a wonderful cockatiel named Rosie. He was definitely a COCKatiel, but there was no stigma for such a macho male to have the name Rosie because at the time one of the bruiser football players had the same first name. I purchased Rosie as a hand-fed baby but it didn't take me long to realize that hand-fed didn't mean hand tame. Even though Rosie was not always easy to handle, he delighted in coming out to sit on my shoulder. As with all my birds, bedtime was always special with lots of attention as I covered the cages. When I traveled, Rosie went to stay with a good friend of mine. Her neighbor visited her and was quite taken with my handsome 'tiel. She leaned close to his cage and told him what a handsome bird he was. His reply was, "I love you, you're pretty." Then he added, "Do you want to go to bed?" This little guy was not the least bit bashful and wasted no time with any subtle pickup lines. Of course, this was actually a combination of one of his favorite expressions and what I said when we did our bedtime ritual. Over a decade later, it was still one of the favorite stories of that neighborhood.
MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND MICKEY
by Sally Blanchard
(The painting of me and Mickey to the right was done by my father.)
One time when my grandmother was visiting, Mickey landed on her shoulder as she was going out the front door and said "Shut the door stupid, the bird's out!". Luckily, he stayed put as she quickly hurried back into the house. Mickey loved to admire himself in our antique wall mirrors so much that my father painted green leaves around the bottom of all of the hanging mirrors. This way the little narcissist couldn't see himself and left the mirrors alone.
Mickey usually "helped" me with my homework. As I would write down the words on paper, he would busily try to eat them or he would try to play wrestle with the pencil. I doubt that my teacher would have accepted my excuse for not getting my homework done if I told her that my budgie ate the words as I wrote them down.
When Mickey was out of his cage he was an equal opportunity dive
bomber, buzzing everyone regardless of who they were. Because of my
father's job, my parents had frequent dinner parties. My brother and I
were usually allowed to visit with the guests for a while before we
went to bed.
Once my father caught him, the woman insisted that the fearsome flyer be placed completely out of sight or her husband would have to take her home immediately. I just couldn't understand and probably still can't why anyone would have such an overwhelmingly phobic reaction to my terrific little guy. This was even before Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds" single-handedly created a whole generation of "aviphobes". I guess some people still believe that flying birds and bats are the same and are instruments of great evil. How sad. Even bats are usually gentle, harmless creatures trying to live their own lives and do not deserve their negative reputation. In truth, Mickey was totally innocent—just out for a fun time!
|A FORTUNE-ATE OBSERVATION
by Janet Dickerson
Several years ago, I owned a tame talkative pet budgie named Billy. At this lime, a few of the women who lived in my apartment building hired a fortune teller and invited me to come to their party. I decided not to pay to have my fortune told but after a couple of readings, the fortune teller suddenly singled me out and told me that she had to speak with me. She went on to tell me that I had suffered through some bad experiences in my childhood and that I had been uncertain in love. At that point, she could have been guessing. The generalizations could have applied to almost anyone. Alter several other revelations, I was quite impressed. All of the things that she had told me were true but the most startling revelation was when she said “You have a kind and gentle nature and have the gift to communicate with animals. You own a bird and I am instructed to tell you to continue with your special gift.” Wow! After the session, I hurried back to my apartment to tell my room mate, Anne, how AMAZING this fortune teller was. She had even known that I owned a bird! Anne looked closely at me and quickly burst my bubble of awe when she said. “Janet, did you know that you have bird poop all over the back of your shirt!?”
TWO PHONEY BIRDS
By Lynn Dickens
PEACHES: The Gambling Lovebird
ARE THEY LACEY OR JOCKEYS FOR WOMEN?
We had new software at the PBR that scanned text to place in our word processing program so we don’t have to type so much. When the software doesn’t recognize a word, it substitutes a word that is similar. For example, the word avian was always changed to Asian until we added it to the dictionary. I am really happy that I caught that one because sometime when the program substituted Asian for avian, it made the sentence very politically incorrect. One time, a smudge change a description of a person from generous to onerous - not the compliment I had intended! Hopefully, we caught all such errors. Imagine my surprise, when I was editing a parrotlet article and read that the rare Sclater’s Parrotlet females were somewhat lighter than the male with yellow under pants.