And apparently Charlotte has been hanging out with the RB too much lately.
5:55am. Beatrice and MrC, along with their human children and their neighbors are sleeping soundly. The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the loudest and most obnoxious macaw scream imaginable breaks the early dawn silence. Beatrice bolts out of bed and runs downstairs, while MrC barely manages to get pants on before following. The teenagers in the house blearily stumble downstairs within a minute, asking if everything is okay.
Seriously, I honestly thought my bird wad dying. I've never heard anything like it. She flock calls from time to time, but there was something different about that call. She settled down, I fed all the birds because I was now wide awake, and made coffee. Of course I made a mess out of the coffee (the filter basket didn't close all the way so coffee and grounds went everywhere). It's been a long day and it's not even noon yet.