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I've been a bit busy to cruise the forum lately, but I had to post a funny story about Lucille, my galah's, first trip to my family's lake cabin.
It was the weekend, and I took Lucille with me to my family's lake cabin. It's literally a cabin, with no room for her "travel cage" (which is 3X3.5 feet) in the living room. Instead, I set her in the doorway to my bedroom, which looks into the living room, so she could see me or I could shut the door if she needed downtime. I am chilling with my parents and Lucy, who is used to a one person home, is being uber talkative (hey, we're talking, so why not her?), and I'm just ignoring her sqwacks and general chattering while my mom gets more and more disturbed looking. Finally my mom interrupts me and goes "Why is she screaming?! Is she okay?!"
Well, this just makes me laugh, because I am thinking "oh you poor non-parront. You think THIS is screaming? If she was screaming you would know it, because we wouldn't be able to talk over it!"
Lucille seems to take my laughter as a signal that she should fly right off her cage top perch to me, which results in my mom screeching at the sound of wings in flight and practically falling off the couch. Like dominoes, this makes Lucille decide this is perhaps not the best place to fly so she circles the room a couple of times before deciding to land on the edge of a painting--right behind my poor mother's head.
My dad and I are trying our best not to laugh, Lucille has this smug look going on like "look at mah super flying skills, y'all" and my mom looks like she's just swallowed, well, you know. Lucille starts to straighten her feathers after this exhausting flight, and I can't hold it in anymore--I start laughing, so she decides to come hang with her amused dad, starting the circle of horror once more.
Let's just say Lucille had to watch us from inside her cage for a while after that. . I'm still not sure my mom has recovered!
EDIT: And no worries about my mom! She really *has* recovered--there may have been some exaggeration in that story about how greatly she reacted; it just seemed like a cartoon to me watching! She and Lucy are actually quite good friends--she has visited my parents' house several times and my mom holds her and scratches her head and stuff. Lucille's just so quiet and calm that my mom hadn't ever experienced her making much noise or flying to me before and it was quite a surprise to her how loud flying can sound in an enclosed space.
It was the weekend, and I took Lucille with me to my family's lake cabin. It's literally a cabin, with no room for her "travel cage" (which is 3X3.5 feet) in the living room. Instead, I set her in the doorway to my bedroom, which looks into the living room, so she could see me or I could shut the door if she needed downtime. I am chilling with my parents and Lucy, who is used to a one person home, is being uber talkative (hey, we're talking, so why not her?), and I'm just ignoring her sqwacks and general chattering while my mom gets more and more disturbed looking. Finally my mom interrupts me and goes "Why is she screaming?! Is she okay?!"
Well, this just makes me laugh, because I am thinking "oh you poor non-parront. You think THIS is screaming? If she was screaming you would know it, because we wouldn't be able to talk over it!"
Lucille seems to take my laughter as a signal that she should fly right off her cage top perch to me, which results in my mom screeching at the sound of wings in flight and practically falling off the couch. Like dominoes, this makes Lucille decide this is perhaps not the best place to fly so she circles the room a couple of times before deciding to land on the edge of a painting--right behind my poor mother's head.
My dad and I are trying our best not to laugh, Lucille has this smug look going on like "look at mah super flying skills, y'all" and my mom looks like she's just swallowed, well, you know. Lucille starts to straighten her feathers after this exhausting flight, and I can't hold it in anymore--I start laughing, so she decides to come hang with her amused dad, starting the circle of horror once more.
Let's just say Lucille had to watch us from inside her cage for a while after that. . I'm still not sure my mom has recovered!
EDIT: And no worries about my mom! She really *has* recovered--there may have been some exaggeration in that story about how greatly she reacted; it just seemed like a cartoon to me watching! She and Lucy are actually quite good friends--she has visited my parents' house several times and my mom holds her and scratches her head and stuff. Lucille's just so quiet and calm that my mom hadn't ever experienced her making much noise or flying to me before and it was quite a surprise to her how loud flying can sound in an enclosed space.
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