It doesn’t matter whether you’re a parrot, a friend of a parrot, or like parrots. Just look around and report if you see this suspicious person and we’ll escort him OUT
Welcome to the rest of you. I’m your host and guide, Kismet.
We parrots come in different sizes and colors. We’re feisty and plucky-the terriers of the bird world.
Forget about the others, this is MY blog and it is all about MEEEEEEEE. Pull up a perch and have a snack (it’s Miss Dingleberry free).
How did I get here? It started before I was born. Kyla, the rescue Scottie started barking head off one day in 2003. The peep went to investigate.
When outside, nothing was seen but all of a sudden a bird flew on to his shoulder. Startled, he brushed it away but the bird returned to his shoulder and would not leave
Obviously, it was used to peeps and needed help. He took it inside, gave it some wild bird seed and wondered what to do. All the vets and animal rescues were called and no on knew. Kyla like the bird and when nobody claimed this cockatiel, it was now Kyla’s pet. Kyla followed Boomerang’s (what else could we call a bird who came back) every move. It was the pet of a pet. They got it a fancy cage. Five years later, they came home one day and found Boomer on the cage floor, over the bridge. Kyla was despondent. Another bird was needed and that’s when they were lucky enough to get me.
Here’s my baby pictures
Cute? Huh? Later on:
Still cute but I learned to SQUAAAAAAAAAAWK.
That’s my story. Even if you’re not avian, Happy Parrot Day. Hey, if the Irish can say everyone is Irish on Saint Patrick’s Day, I can say that you’re all parrots-except for THAT guy.
Have a SQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWKing good World Parrot Day!.
A special thanks to Ann Adamus of Zoolatry for the graphics and publicity. A special SQUAAAAAAWK out to her!