Allee
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If you spend your days with six parrots and two of the parrots are quakers you will get bit occasionally, no doubt about it. Still, it's a pretty rare occurrence for me, I can't remember the last time one of my birds chomped me with a vengeance. This time I was genuinely shocked.
Quakers have two kinds of bites, the first is a harmless friendly nip to remind you who is in charge. Believe me when I tell you the other bite is anything but harmless, they grab you in a beak-lock and refuse to let go until there's bloodshed. Another little bonus, even if you know them well and have a strong bond, you seldom see it coming.
Even more shocking was the inexcusable offense Sammy demanded retribution for. I blame my DIL, because of her, I sing to all my pets. My DIL is a groomer, she sings to her four legged clients to put them at ease. Don't laugh, I've seen it work countless times. I have no musical talent whatsoever but all my Fids love having me sing to them.
I had a quaker on each shoulder and a cockatiel in my lap. I was singing, "You are my sunshine", Harry was whistling along with me, Sammy was purring in my face. Every time the song ended, Sammy would head butt me until I started singing again. After about the fifth rendition of the sunshine sing along, I thought we should do something different. I told them so. I ignored several of Sammy's head butts while Harry was yelling her favorite name for me in my ear, it wasn't Allee or Mom.
Sammy gave up on the head butts and clamped his beak into the flesh just beneath my lower lip. He held on for several seconds, he was growling around a beak-full of skin while Harry repeatedly screamed, "Ow" for me. I admit, it was considerate of her, it's difficult to say, "careful" with a parrot attached to your face, what parrot would take you seriously anyway? Sammy finally let go and went straight to his time out perch by his own authority, then the little toad had the nerve to ask me multiple times, "Are you okayyyy?" followed by several drawn out, "Ohhh myyyy God's."
After his five minute time out he released himself from detention, saving me the trouble and went happily back to his birdie business, in his case playing with his sticks.
Harry kept him company during his self imposed time out by sitting on his cage top laughing her traitorous tail feathers off. She had an all out giggling fit. I know she probably thought it was lame of me but I informed her, I didn't think it was all that funny. Harry hasn't bit anyone seriously in well over a year, I know she enjoyed every second of Sammy's mayhem and she probably told him so in quakerese. Harry often pouts after misbehaving, not so with Sammy, half an hour after the brutal attack he was in my face saying, "Gimmeee a kissss!" Not happening, you little clown! It's Mommy's turn to pout!
Poppy enjoyed the drama immensely from the very top of her play stand, the part that's meant for hanging toys. She was doing the crazy eyed cockatoo dance, I was surprised she didn't end up a puzzle on the floor.
One quaker is a challenge, two quakers can be a force of nature.
I have a big ugly bruise on my face. I'm learning the lyrics to "Sympathy For The Devil," before I sing for them again.
Quakers have two kinds of bites, the first is a harmless friendly nip to remind you who is in charge. Believe me when I tell you the other bite is anything but harmless, they grab you in a beak-lock and refuse to let go until there's bloodshed. Another little bonus, even if you know them well and have a strong bond, you seldom see it coming.
Even more shocking was the inexcusable offense Sammy demanded retribution for. I blame my DIL, because of her, I sing to all my pets. My DIL is a groomer, she sings to her four legged clients to put them at ease. Don't laugh, I've seen it work countless times. I have no musical talent whatsoever but all my Fids love having me sing to them.
I had a quaker on each shoulder and a cockatiel in my lap. I was singing, "You are my sunshine", Harry was whistling along with me, Sammy was purring in my face. Every time the song ended, Sammy would head butt me until I started singing again. After about the fifth rendition of the sunshine sing along, I thought we should do something different. I told them so. I ignored several of Sammy's head butts while Harry was yelling her favorite name for me in my ear, it wasn't Allee or Mom.
Sammy gave up on the head butts and clamped his beak into the flesh just beneath my lower lip. He held on for several seconds, he was growling around a beak-full of skin while Harry repeatedly screamed, "Ow" for me. I admit, it was considerate of her, it's difficult to say, "careful" with a parrot attached to your face, what parrot would take you seriously anyway? Sammy finally let go and went straight to his time out perch by his own authority, then the little toad had the nerve to ask me multiple times, "Are you okayyyy?" followed by several drawn out, "Ohhh myyyy God's."
After his five minute time out he released himself from detention, saving me the trouble and went happily back to his birdie business, in his case playing with his sticks.
Harry kept him company during his self imposed time out by sitting on his cage top laughing her traitorous tail feathers off. She had an all out giggling fit. I know she probably thought it was lame of me but I informed her, I didn't think it was all that funny. Harry hasn't bit anyone seriously in well over a year, I know she enjoyed every second of Sammy's mayhem and she probably told him so in quakerese. Harry often pouts after misbehaving, not so with Sammy, half an hour after the brutal attack he was in my face saying, "Gimmeee a kissss!" Not happening, you little clown! It's Mommy's turn to pout!
Poppy enjoyed the drama immensely from the very top of her play stand, the part that's meant for hanging toys. She was doing the crazy eyed cockatoo dance, I was surprised she didn't end up a puzzle on the floor.
One quaker is a challenge, two quakers can be a force of nature.
I have a big ugly bruise on my face. I'm learning the lyrics to "Sympathy For The Devil," before I sing for them again.
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