Sunday, April 4, 2010

My goodness, so much excitement!

Barred OwlImage by minds-eye via Flickr
In the wee hours Saturday morning, there were Barred Owls chorusing outside our nestbox. Made me nervous, I don't mind telling you. I just kind of hunkered down in my cage, and reminded myself how safe it is in here.

Then of course I refused to go outside with Mom even after it got nice and warm yesterday. I was right, too: When she came in, she told Dad that while she was meditating she heard a hawk right behind her. By the time she turned around, it was gone--just a big, fat, white down feather floating in the air from where it had been. But still. I think she's probably not going to take me out on my perch any more: I'll have to have my travel cage for safety. From all the racket it made, she's pretty sure it was hunting within feet of the deck where we sit. And twice recently she's read about hawks taking prey very close to humans, and even dogs (she thinks I don't know about that, but I can tell when she's bent out of shape). If they're hungry enough, apparently, Bane's or my parronts' presence won't be any deterrent. Mom & Dad have been meaning to move my old cage out to the deck for the season--maybe they'll do that today.

As for last night, well, I made some of my own excitement. I wouldn't come down off the top of my cage to go in the living room and watch tv with my parronts, but then later I changed my mind and really wanted to sit with Dad.  So I climbed down off my cage and started walking across the floor. Dad decided to issue another invitation, and freaked when he couldn't find me in or on my cage! Mom says I could get stepped on, and Dad worries about the doggie door, so I guess they won't be leaving me out any more, even when they are in the next room. Dang.

Riley,
Éminence grise
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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Beach Towel

Mom's favorite chair is an original Morris chair we inherited from Dad's dad. I like to climb down from my cage via an open door and sit on the back of it. I do that when Mom's eating and I think I can cadge some of it, and I do it when my parronts are in the kitchen, so I can watch--in case I can cadge something.

It's starting to show some wear, and my parronts have been discussing getting a throw or a beach towel or something to cover it. Mom went on the internet this morning and Googled "parrot beach towel" and the very first hit she got was for Calypso Parrot gifts and stuff. And she ordered me this towel:

Cool, hunh? She's a little worried that these huge parrots might scare me, but I told her not to worry. I mean, after all, they're Greys, aren't they? Now if she got a towel with two-foot cats on it, or snakes or something, that might be different.

They had towels with lots of parrot species on them, and probably some of the others would have matched the room better but we wanted Greys.

I can't wait until it gets here.
Riley, 
Éminence Grise
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