MomtoPercy
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Sitting here, at 2am, making toys for a bird that is not even mine (colleague begged for some), I'm thinking to myself that there are lots of things one only learns about parronthood "in the trenches". Things like -
*A parrot is a law onto its own. Accept it & go with it.
*You WILL become a world class recycler, even considering the heretofore unthinkable 'dumpster-diving' to aquire just the right item to add to that special toy.
*That same special toy, after presented to your beloved fid, will hang, ignored (except for the occational poop action, in the cage.
*You will become an expert on poop.
*You will be unable to walk past a toy store without popping in "just to see what they have, one never knows".
*You will discover unknown depths of charm and beguilement in your efforts to coerce the greengrocer to keep you the best produce and then sell you only two items because your parrot can't eat it all before it goes off.
*You will become a carpenter and a wood fundi.
*You will love your bird as much as the child from your own loins - despite being covered in band-aids...
*When dishing up a meal for yourself, you will ALWAYS add something suitable for your birdie because he WILL demand a taste.
*Your whole time table will be adjusted to revolve around your baby's schedule. You (or someone you trust implicitly and who is not fed up with you yet) must be at home between 1pm and 6pm because that is your parrot's 'out of cage, time to rampage' time. And 6pm is bedtime - he has to be gently tucked away for the night...after you've told him what a lovely birdie he is, given him a foot rub (only the right foot mind you, the left foot is not for mere humans to fiddle with!), given him a specially prepared dinner, removed the fresh food after he's done eating, refreshed the water (which would probably have been soupified during dinner) and cage liner because no baby of yours can sleep in a cage lined with the day's accumulated poop or dinner left overs and of course, a clean liner makes it easy to inspect (and stress about) the morning explosion poop.
Please add your insights too
I love my bird!
*A parrot is a law onto its own. Accept it & go with it.
*You WILL become a world class recycler, even considering the heretofore unthinkable 'dumpster-diving' to aquire just the right item to add to that special toy.
*That same special toy, after presented to your beloved fid, will hang, ignored (except for the occational poop action, in the cage.
*You will become an expert on poop.
*You will be unable to walk past a toy store without popping in "just to see what they have, one never knows".
*You will discover unknown depths of charm and beguilement in your efforts to coerce the greengrocer to keep you the best produce and then sell you only two items because your parrot can't eat it all before it goes off.
*You will become a carpenter and a wood fundi.
*You will love your bird as much as the child from your own loins - despite being covered in band-aids...
*When dishing up a meal for yourself, you will ALWAYS add something suitable for your birdie because he WILL demand a taste.
*Your whole time table will be adjusted to revolve around your baby's schedule. You (or someone you trust implicitly and who is not fed up with you yet) must be at home between 1pm and 6pm because that is your parrot's 'out of cage, time to rampage' time. And 6pm is bedtime - he has to be gently tucked away for the night...after you've told him what a lovely birdie he is, given him a foot rub (only the right foot mind you, the left foot is not for mere humans to fiddle with!), given him a specially prepared dinner, removed the fresh food after he's done eating, refreshed the water (which would probably have been soupified during dinner) and cage liner because no baby of yours can sleep in a cage lined with the day's accumulated poop or dinner left overs and of course, a clean liner makes it easy to inspect (and stress about) the morning explosion poop.
Please add your insights too
I love my bird!
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