It was 10 years ago today that I broke out of my shell. There are rumors about berries for dinner. I never get a cake. SQUAAAAAAWK? I’m not as old as it sounds. There are no gray feathers (yet). In peep years, I”m only seven.
A very merry Christmas to all my blogging friends April FOOL
Smokey Bear is deaded.
We birds get blamed for a lot. Here’s a local example. We have a lot of oranges on our bush. They’ve been orange for a month. We’re talking about a couple of hundred of them. The peeps went out to pick some for themselves. We birds got there first. The peeps blame woodpeckers who are […]
You know how I’ve been starved for affection and lay unfertilized eggs. My hunt for a mate is over-he got down on his knees and begged me to be his valentine!
I know I’m a parrot and supposed to repeat things but I have my intelligence and I won’t repeat stupidity. The peeps were talking about a “Super Moon” and I assumed that they were talking about my tail or Kali’s butt. Nope, they were talking about something no-so-cute