As I sit back, contemplating the rules and boundaries of life, I’ve come to realize that I had it completely wrong.
Blue has taught me things I never thought possible. Now I’m not going to go out on a limb and say that she’s restored my faith and confidence in humanity, but there are some things that I have learned over the course of the past 2 weeks that have left me scratching my head at the same time I’m scratching hers.
You really can be an ass to someone and they’ll still be your friend. That’s right. You can scream at them and tell them you’re not going to do what they want and they’ll still come back in a few minutes and try it again. Being a habitual ass will buy you some space for a longer period of time. I’m going to try this the next time one of my fiends encroaches on my peace and quiet with a favor. According to Blue, they’ll still call me later.
Biting the hand that feeds you still gets you a free meal.
This concept never made sense to me before but it apparently works for her. In fact, if you bite them initially, they’ll give you MORE food when you stop. So the next time I’m out at dinner with a friend, logic dictates if I lean across the table and chomp into them, they’ll pay for my dinner. 2 chomps and then acting sweet gets you dessert. Interesting theory.
I’ve learned to be competitive.
It seems like every time I yell at the kids for something, she yells too. While it’s nice having backup, the kids don’t speak macaw, so it’s not as effective as being told to clean their room in English. Such a situation has forced me to strengthen my vocal chords and increase my lung capacity so I can get above her. We’re still working on that.
Having multiple personalities is perfectly acceptable.
I’ve sat here and in the space of 30 minutes watched her go from a bird to a raptor, scream like a pterodactyl, chew like a beaver and whisper like a little girl. You can be sweet one minute and a jerk the next. It’s all good and someone will make excuses for your poor behavior and everyone will agree.
I’ve mastered the art of dodging projectiles.
That’s right. I can avoid being hit with flying objects. I’ve had quite a bit of practice dodging flying pellets when I walk into the room. I appreciate her teaching me this valuable skill. If I’m ever in a combat situation, this is going to come in handy. In fact, I’ve had so much practice that I’m considering teaching a class.
Birds are natural contractors
When you walk into the room and discover your bird has taken up every single baseboard, you realize another 15 minutes would have gotten you a free ‘rough in’ for a bay window. I didn’t actually learn this from Blue. This lesson was learned when I was in rescue.
They have more stamina than you.
Threatening to turn them into parrot tacos doesn’t change their position or make them stop screaming. Most of the time, they scream louder. She just doesn’t take me seriously. I think she googled and realized there are NO recipes for parrot tacos on the internet. So the next time someone tells me to stop it or else, technically, I don’t have to.
You can still be sent to bed without dinner as an adult.
This happens when you walk into the room to discover the dinner you just spent an hour and a half preparing is gone. There’s nothing left on your plate but a few crumbs and trace amounts of blue and yellow feathers. Just an FYI, parrot dander is a condiment.