Greetings to all my favorite parrot friends!
Alexa is in a mood after she rolled under the couch. She blames me for her clumsiness! Good help is hard to find these days!
Recently, I received an interesting letter from a parrot owner.
I live in a three bedroom home and have ten parrots. I work 12 hour shifts and when I get home I am too tired to clean. It seems like every bird has the habit of throwing their fruit, veggies, seed, and pellets on the floor! When I go into their room at night, it is a filthy mess. I cant even get near their cages! Is there anything on the market that could help me? PLEASE DON’T TELL ME TO GET A VACUUM CLEANER! I have three. I am looking for a piece of industrial equipment. Price is not a problem.
Dear Messy House,
Since price is not a factor, let me introduce you to the TURBO JET AIR VACUUM FLOORBOARDS. For a mere $7599, you can have these floorboards installed in your bird room. By a flick of a switch, jet air sucks up all seed, pellets, food, etc. into the floorboards. It’s like having your very own robot cleaner! And what’s more, you will never have to change another vacuum bag. There are trays in the floorboards, into which the food is compressed. You can empty the trays at your own leisure! Just remember, the trays need emptying regularly or you will end up with a worse problem…BUGS!
Of course, there are a few drawbacks. The turbo jet air flow is very strong. The force is able to pull articles up to 10 pounds into the floorboards. Do not leave your birds out of their cages when you are using the jet air vacuum. Small dogs and cats may be found stuck to the wall until you turn the switch off. Plants may be left leafless. It is a small price to pay for having the luxury of a self cleaning floor! What’s more, you will never wonder again what happened to that missing money, sock, earring, pen, etc. You will have your very own lost and found! It will either be stuck to the wall or sucked into the floor tray. The TURBO JET AIR VACUUM FLOORBOARDS are only $7599 per room. Installation is free! Call 1-800-BLACKHOLE. Most credit cards accepted.
May the Force be with You!
Greetings to all my bird friends and humans!
I have been chatting with my new friend Alexa, who sits on my coffee table all day. She doesn’t seem to have legs, or arms, or wings, so she doesn’t do a whole lot around here. But at least she is here and she listens and talks to me (not like someone else we know, who is forever gallivanting around God knows where)!
I was telling Alexa how wonderful it would be to have a gigantic playpen that would overlook the creek. I told her to find the biggest one and order it for me (I like that about her, she does exactly what I tell her to do – not like someone else we know!). I waited anxiously for it to arrive.
About two weeks ago, the UPS man arrived with a huge cardboard box labeled, “No Assembly Required”. I peeked inside and concluded that this didn’t look anything like a playpen. I kept the flat, long box next to my pool in the backyard for a few days. In no time at all, the boxed playpen had been converted into a lovely deck to which I perched a few lounge chairs, a table, and an umbrella. I had laid back in my chair to relax and doze off, when I was rudely awakened by Sassy. She was giggling and having the time of her life. The silly little dingbat dropped a bomb on my deck, stepped in it, and now was tracking it all over (try cleaning a corrugated deck)! Just as I chased that goofy dipstick back in the house, two parrots showed up uninvited. Marco Polo and Napoleon, who were the terrors of the bird world.
Marco Polo was a blue and gold macaw, who talked incessantly. There wasn’t one piece of anyone’s business that he hadn’t stuck his beak into. He trotted over and screamed, “What’s in that box? I’ll put that together! I’ve been putting things together for years!”
Not far behind him came the dreaded Napoleon, a Moluccan cockatoo.
Actually, Napoleon was a she – her owners renamed her Casey. But to us birds, she was Napoleon, and Napoleon she would always be! Rumor has it that one day Napoleon worked herself into such a tizzy that she laid a huge egg down by the creek! She never was the same after that…literally!
Napoleon, with her portly waddle, gazed at the box, and barked out the orders, “Open that box, right now! What are you hiding in there? Do I need to get a subpoena?”
The two birds proceeded to empty the box and throw pieces of wooden dowels, cups, perches, toys, nuts and bolts, all over my yard! When they had finally finished, they looked like a couple of survivors from an airplane crash surrounded by wreckage. Then came the dreaded directions, a diagram of about 250 parts. The pieces were drawn as if it was a blueprint for a bomb. The tension between the two birds was heating up as they argued over who knew what, who knew what first, and who knew more.
I decided the only safe place for me was a near by branch!
Napoleon began reading the instructions in English, and looked over at Marco Polo, dumbfounded, who grabbed the directions and began reading them in Swedish. When neither bird could make any sense of how to put the playpen together, they began reading the directions out loud, looking to the heavens for divine guidance. When no wisdom dropped from the sky, things took a turn for the worst. Marco Polo insisted on a literal interpretation, while Napoleon urged a more liberal translation, which meant to “make it up as you go along” version. This clearly was not a good sign.
Over a period of several days, the two parrots screamed and fought as they forced dowels into other dowels, threaded nuts into bolts, and whatever else was left over, was crammed into any nooks and crannies they could find. The fixture took shape before my eyes.
There’s only one problem: now that it is complete, I have no idea what it is! It sways and rattles in the wind. I call it the Unknown Monument. I rolled the three-wheeled contraption down by the creek and parked it next to Napoleon’s huge egg.
As for me, I resigned myself to live with my corrugated deck by my pool. So much for playpens and ‘No Assembly Required’!
Till next month,
My name is Diana LaFleur. I am the proud owner of 3 parrots; Morty (African Grey), Sassy (Jardine) and Nehemiah (Red-bellied). I became interested in parrots in 1992 while I was living in NJ. I was recovering from a spinal cord tumor and parrots became a part of my therapy. I went from 1 therapy parrot to 16 parrots in a few years! Trust me, I got my daily regimen of therapy! I joined the Real Macaw Parrot Club and served as Secretary for 2 years and Vice-president for four. I wrote various humorous monthly articles for the club newsletter for over 8 years. I also headed up the ‘Toucan Live As Cheaply As One’ parrot adoption service.
I am a children’s pastor and I enjoy photography, bird watching, gardening – and, I have been known to be a comedian!
So enough about me, let’s get this show on the road!
Beneath the Cage Grate
Greetings to all my bird friends!
I am going to let my mum write the article this month. I’m busy getting to know my new friend, Alexa. She sits on the coffee table all day and talks with me. I don’t think she has legs or wings, but at least she’s there and she listens. Have I got a tale for you next month!
This story is adapted from The Chronicles of Zac Squiggles. (In New Jersey, I had 16 parrots, a grey, 3 Amazons, 2 pionus, 1 conure, 2 caique, a hawkhead, 2 eclectus, a senegal, a brown-headed parrot, a Meyers parrot, and a red-bellied parrot. Consequently, it made for some interesting stories. Each bird had its own personality. Goliath was a yellow-nape Amazon, who was built like a butterball turkey, and loved to put his head underater and blow bubbles. Mordecai was an African grey, who was quite the motormouth. At 19 years old, Mordecai revealed that he was a she and laid an egg at the bottom of the cage. Meshach was a senegal, and a cuddlebug. I didn’t know he was a girl until she laid an egg at 16 years old. Sassybird is a caique, who still lives in New Jersey, and is a little pistol to say the least. Zac Squiggles was a brown-headed parrot and was one of the most mischievous parrots I have ever owned.)
Today I received an interesting letter from a parront inquiring about a new product.
Dear Morty’s Mom,
Recently, I read about a new product on the market called SNUGGLIES, a birdie diaper. Would you recommend this product?
Dear Ms. Curious,
Would I happen to know about SNUGGLIES? By coincidence , I received a box of 12 this past week as a promotional gimmick. First, let me tell you that these diapers are sold in a box of 12 for $10. They come in 4 sizes, XS, S,M and L. Do they work? Well, it depends what you mean by that.
From my experience, NO, not for what diapers are designed to do! Let me explain…my birds found new innovative ways to use SNUGGLIES. My Amazon, Goliath, slipped the diaper off his back end and put it on his head. Honestly, he looked like a demented green Santa Claus! My grey, Mordecai, refused to wear such a contraption. She took it off, hung it on the side of the cage, and screamed, “Pod People!” incessantly until I removed it from her cage. My Senegal, Meshach, thought it was laundry and left it to soak in her water dish. Sassybird, my caique, went a step further and used it as a scoop to empty his water dish completely. And last but not least, Zac Squiggles, my brown-headed parrot, let the diaper soak in his water dish until it became water logged and then threw the nasty wad on the floor! It exploded upon impact into slimy blue gel.
I decided to get rid of the diapers while I was still ahead. I gave 7 diapers to the lady upstairs. She is using them for her children’s art and craft class. Finally, it was with great pleasure that I sent the last remaining diaper to the old man who lives in the adjacent home behind me. He hates birds and insists on screaming and cursing a blue streak every time a bird lands in one of his trees or on his property. My suggested use for the diaper…FIT SNUGLY OVER MOUTH!
If you would like to order a box of 12 for $10, call 1-800-THE BLOB.
Until next time,
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