Deanna
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- Jun 25, 2007
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- Parrots
- Mojo the magnificent Maximillian Pionus; Cecil the clowny Senegal; and, Timothy the shy, fearful Parrotlet
This is a little funny story about when we brought Cecil home 
. We had had her home with us for about a month (or maybe a little longer), I was desperately trying every brand of pellet to wean her from all seed to a modest seed, major pellet diet. At the time, she had shown somewhat of a small interest in Zupreem’s rainbow colored parrot pellets. So, I used that to our advantage and was pushing that every chance I could get. (I don’t like colored pellets, I rather the natural, but if she would eat it and it was of pellet formula, then I was willing to offer it!).
Anyway, at this point in our relationship, she’d decided she definitely hated me (the skin, knuckles and flesh of both my hands proved this to be the case ); Dan, she had decided—though, was her mate of mates :07: ! She fell madly, head-over-claws in love with Dan without question. At that point, he could have her step-up onto his hand (could not pick her up backwards, yet, but that would be soon to come). Anyhow, Dan and I were standing at Cecil’s cage talking with her early one evening. Cooing and wooing, talking human talk, whistles and birdie talk … when suddenly, Cecil’s pupils began to dilate and retract, dilate and retract …
Her tail fanned and her butt/back arched upwards … Dan and I frowned and looked at one another wondering what on earth was going on ! … Then suddenly, Cecil dropped (like a BOMB) a Pterodactyl SIZED poop right to the bottom of the cage! Dan and I looked down to the bottom of the cage, in tandem (seeing a HUMONGOUS RAINBOW COLORED POOP); we looked, mouths agape, up at each other, then our attention turned to Cecil …
Cecil first looked (scowlingly) at me with a very quizzical and concerned look … then turned her gaze to Dan with the same look of utter concern, then looked down at the poopoo that she had just made … and said, quite dramatically:
“WHOA!!!!!”
rofl!!!! :18: :18: :18:
. We had had her home with us for about a month (or maybe a little longer), I was desperately trying every brand of pellet to wean her from all seed to a modest seed, major pellet diet. At the time, she had shown somewhat of a small interest in Zupreem’s rainbow colored parrot pellets. So, I used that to our advantage and was pushing that every chance I could get. (I don’t like colored pellets, I rather the natural, but if she would eat it and it was of pellet formula, then I was willing to offer it!).Anyway, at this point in our relationship, she’d decided she definitely hated me
(the skin, knuckles and flesh of both my hands proved this to be the case ); Dan, she had decided—though, was her mate of mates :07: ! She fell madly, head-over-claws in love with Dan without question. At that point, he could have her step-up onto his hand (could not pick her up backwards, yet, but that would be soon to come). Anyhow, Dan and I were standing at Cecil’s cage talking with her early one evening. Cooing and wooing, talking human talk, whistles and birdie talk … when suddenly, Cecil’s pupils began to dilate and retract, dilate and retract … Her tail fanned and her butt/back arched upwards … Dan and I frowned and looked at one another wondering what on earth was going on
! … Then suddenly, Cecil dropped (like a BOMB) a Pterodactyl SIZED poop right to the bottom of the cage! Dan and I looked down to the bottom of the cage, in tandem (seeing a HUMONGOUS RAINBOW COLORED POOP); we looked, mouths agape, up at each other, then our attention turned to Cecil … Cecil first looked (scowlingly) at me with a very quizzical and concerned look … then turned her gaze to Dan with the same look of utter concern, then looked down at the poopoo that she had just made … and said, quite dramatically:
“WHOA!!!!!”
rofl!!!! :18: :18: :18:
