So what do you do when you get the parrot of your dreams and it doesn't want anything to do with you? Well luckily Beaker and my husband had a mutual affection thing for each other but that left me birdless. So enter Poppy. Poppy is a Jardine's parrot. She is a little beauty. She can't say a fraction of the things Beaker says but she is a love and doesn't need to talk. She fulfills my need for love from a feathered being.
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Oh how I wanted an African Grey Parrot for so many years. Finally I was in the right place to get one. I found a breeder and bought a just weened baby Grey. She made these adorable little beeping noises that reminded me of the muppet Beaker on The Muppet Show. Thus the name.
Oh how I loved this bird. For reasons I'll never understand she decided she only loved my husband and wanted nothing to do with me. Well she was raised by a man who had facial hair and really never had contact with women before she came to my house so that probably had a lot to do with it. I still love her. She speaks in my voice and mimics me so that must be some form of love.
Beaker says so many things, far too many to list here. She sings and whistles Jingle Bells. She also whistles Deck the Halls, Sweet Georgia Brown, The Andy Griffiths theme, that song from Bridge Over the River Kwi and she is just learning When the Saints go Marching in.
She can mimic all sorts of sounds. The microwave, the alarm (not an alarm clock but the "someone done broke into your house" alarm), every phone ring she's ever heard. She calls out the names of all the other animals.
Now if you were to go to Beaker's cage you would never hear her make a squeak. She won't talk in front of strangers. If you are out of her sight and she can't hear you she might start to say some things. So she is not a performance bird.
There hasn't been a day where she hasn't made me laugh.
This is a little place to vent. I will most definitely be adding to it as necessary. Let me start off by saying that I don't believe in Hell but there are some people who do really stupid and inconsiderate things that really piss me off. There's some that we'd all agree on: Murders, Child Molesters, Animal Abusers.
There's a special place in Hell for:
People who drive with a ton of snow on top of their cars. If you're smart enough to drive a car you're smart enough to know what's going to happen to that snow once you get going fast enough. And this goes double for big vans and semis.
People who pee all over the seat in a public restroom. (Come on people! Didn't your Momma teach you better than that!?) RUDE! And these are women I'm talking about!
People who leave their pets in the car in the sun. This just makes me crazy. I want to leave those people locked in a boiling hot car and see how they like it.
