If you’ve read this blog for long, you know I have a pet parrot that is funny and super intelligent. Well, I should say I *had* a pet parrot. This morning I sent out a notice to the humor list,
“Sorry, no humor today. I lost my pet parrot yesterday, and I just haven’t got the heart for it.”
So many people wrote and asked me, “What happened to the parrot?” that I decided it’d be simpler to type it out once, then send a link to people so they can read about if they want to.
Sometimes it gets pretty fowl around here. And lately, it seems like the fowl have declared war.
Case in point… our Bourbon Red tom turkey has decided he’s one tough turkey. Every time I go into the pen with him and the hen, I have to carry a broom to fend him off while I fill up the feed bowls. Isn’t there some kind of adage about not biting the hand that feeds you? Seems to me that should carry over to a winged assault as well.
But I’m not the only one suffering from a fowl assault. Just take a look at this:
Granted, not every small farm has a parrot on the premises. In fact, most of them probably don’t. But part of our rural life includes a parrot in the house.
If you’re not familiar with them, parrots are intelligent creatures. Some breeds are smarter than others, and some can talk more than others. And like every other set of creatures in this world, the intelligence and abilities varies within the breed as well.
“The Twelve Days of Christmas” is a well-known Christmas carol. What gets a little confusing is most people think it’s the twelve days BEFORE Christmas, but it’s really supposed to be AFTER Christmas:
“Contrary to much popular belief, these are not the twelve days before Christmas, but in most of the Western Church are the twelve days from Christmas until the beginning of Epiphany (January 6th; the 12 days count from December 25th until January 5th). In some traditions, the first day of Christmas begins on the evening of December 25th with the following day considered the First Day of Christmas (December 26th). In these traditions, the twelve days begin December 26 and include Epiphany on January 6.” – The Voice
Then there’s the whole deal about the crazy presents. They’re definitely from a different era. I mean, who wants this laundry list of gifts?
Some of them sound intriguing, but others are a little questionable. And how much did all that cost?
I decided to mix things up a bit, and do part of the days before Christmas, in the popular style, and part of the days after Christmas, in the classic style. And while I’m at it, a little comparison of the cost for the two sets of gifts. Is the classic true love more expensive, or is eccentric country more costly?
So let us start at the beginning, day 1, always a good place to start! We’re mixing it up eccentric country style, so here we go!
Cost of African Grey Parrot: $800
Cost of Resin Fairy Statue: $20
Old school, cost of partridge: $3.00 for a Chukar Partridge Chick
Cost of Pear Tree, 7 feet tall: $50
Looks like the classic style would be cheaper, at about $53. But although the new version comes to $820, parrots are like MasterCard, priceless!
But then, I love eccentric Christmases!
Our African Grey Parrot likes to wander around making me often wonder what she’s up to. She’s quite the explorer. She especially likes to investigate little enclosed spaces.
One of her favorite things is to fly from the top of her cage clear down the hallway and into my office and land on my writing desk.
Of course I don’t let her stay there long because she likes to chew up notebooks and pencils. A LOT.
Even on her cage she manages to find trouble. Like the nearby curtain. I try to keep it pulled back out of her way, and even put a clothespin on it to hold it in place, but she keep swinging and stretching until she can finally reach it . . .
It’s not like she doesn’t have lots of toys to play with in her cage and on her play gym. She even likes to chew up old egg cartons.
But parrot toys really don’t interest her. Besides egg cartons, she likes to chew up old phone books, or play with old pill bottles.
I think her infatuation with pill bottles is rather appropriate, since she’s somewhat of a pill herself. Some days she gets into so much mischief I’m ready to throw her out the door.
She knows when she’s in trouble. And she survives by piping up at the last moment and saying something like, “Silly bird. I loooove you.”