The parrot in the corner keeps saying "Redrum, Redrum...waaahhhaakk!" and I have to wonder if its a warning or a promise.
Usually when I write he's asking me "is that good", making me question my WIP. Now he cries of murder and doom. His change of mood seems to have a lot to do with the grown kids who live here. They stay up late at night and seem to think it funny to teach him things like "Doom! We're all Doomed!" and how to cluck like a chicken. Redrum seems to be his favorite now. He does it in this low, gravely voice, compliments of the kids, which only makes it more disturbing. We wake up to it, hear it during dinner and its now how he greets visitors.
I've tried to teach him to say "I love you" since he came to live here years ago but he's never uttered those words. I give him a cheerful "hello" and "goodbye". He never gets those either. So, I have to wonder if he's possessed by something evil or if he just has the same warped sense of humor of those young people who live here. Or maybe its a little of both.
7 comments:
"I love you?" No, you're forgetting your Robert Louis Stevenson. Parrots have to be taught how to say "Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!"
And swear words, naturally.
Ahhhh! lol If I tell them that they'll have him quoting Jack Sparrow.
He already knows "What the f*ck" from a sleep over a few years ago. Never leave 10 high school girls alone with a parrot who picks up words at the speed of light. I was greeted with that little gem when I woke up the next morning. The more the kids laughed, the more he seemed to get a kick out of saying it.
Hah! Just like a child! I love birds. I had a bird, but then I ended up with cats. They're such amazing pets, though. So cuddly. My cockateil used to sit (and shit) on my shoulder for HOURS while I practiced. I still have tons of nibbles on the sides of my music when she liked to hop down on the piano and nibble at my music.
Don't forget: anniversary tribute to Miss Snark on Pat Wood's Blog starting May 20th.
LOVE THIS!!! LOL! I needed a good laughthis afternoon--and you, my dear Aimless, delivered.
E
Spy!
I love cockateils! They are friendly all the time. My African Grey has moods. If I go away for a few days he bites me when I come back. Its his way of saying "How dare you leave me, slave!"
One good thing-he squats before he has to..um..go so its like an early warning to get out of the drop zone.
lol
Erica,
He's my own little birdie-demon!
Post a Comment