Okay. So you can call me a pet bird. If someone keeps bringing me new food water, toys, (and MILLET) I can live with that. I’ve got a nice parrot cage house to live in when I want, shoulders and heads to ride on, and no hawks or snakes around as far as I can tell. Guess I’ve got a pretty good gig going on here. Did I mention the MILLET?
Playing with my small parrot toys is okay, but I really like checking out and chewing on all those human things. As a matter of fact everything looks like a toy or something to eat. I can’t really tell for sure until I get my beak on it.
My beak is one of my best buddies. It’s great for grabbing things, holding something while I taste it, and for chewing holes in plastic bags so I can get a little taste of the human food they hide inside.
I wonder which one of my ancestors was the first to chew through a plastic bag?
I was watching the Animal Planet on TV the other day and saw one of my African cousins riding on top of a rhinoceros. That’s what I like to do too around here when anybody’s home. No rhinos here but humans work too. I tour the house in style whenever I can hitch a ride on someone’s shoulder or head. No tasty ticks for me to chew off their hides though. That’s okay. I get lots of other good stuff to eat all the time.
I’m supposed to mainly eat seeds, you know – bird food, but like my cousins out in the wild world I like some tastes of fruits and vegetables too. I even nibble at cereals, cake, meat, and other human food when I get a chance. They make it so easy for me by putting it in the middle of a round disk that I can walk around.
Sometimes its just fun to shred and toss stuff around and wipe
my beak on something nearby. Someone will clean up after me. (Note to parrotlets everywhere – If you get the chance move into a house with a "type A" person, they enjoy cleaning up after you.)
Oops, it’s past my bedtime and my talons are getting tired from all this typing. Time to fly back to my pet bird cage and put on that "pet" act before I go to sleep. I know that some of my cousins like to sleep with bird cage covers over them but not me. I just ring my bell until someone turn the lights off.
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My mom and dad were both Pacific Parrotlets. A parrot breeder in Florida introduced my them to each other a couple of years ago. – It was nesting behavior at first sight.
That’s where my story begins. Everything is still a little blurry but the first thing that I kind of remember was pecking my way out of that egg that my mom put me in. It was a lot of work and boy was I hungry when I got out.
My green and blue parrotlet brothers and sisters and I were only a few weeks old (and just learning to fly) when one day things got real crazy and scary. In the middle of the day it got dark and real noisy outside. Hurricane Charley hit Florida and we lost our home.
Time for a parrot rescue. The next thing I remember was being put in a parrot travel cage all by myself and taken into a car. The cage was sitting on the front seat and I could see a little bit out the car window. The car must have been going real fast – even faster than I can fly now – because when I looked up and out the window I saw the top of trees go by very quickly.
I don’t really like to go in cars much because I have to stay in my cage and can’t put my head out the window. I’d rather be out walking and flying around. Dogs are lucky that way. But they can’t fly so I’ll call it even.
Anyway, when we finally stopped someone carried me and my cage into a strange new building. It was all a bit confusing because then I was moved again to another place with a different person. After what seemed like a few days (it was probably a few weeks) I got used to my new home with its perches and toys and was starting to figure out the humans living around me.
As a young bird I was nervous and worried and not sure what was going on. So I just sat in my cage thinking and hung upside down a lot. And I ate a little bit. I missed hearing all the other birds and missed playing with their parrotlet toys. I might have been just a small parrot but I had fun with lots of the big parrot toys too.
One day someone brought me some really tasty millet to try. Turns out I really like the stuff. Better than any other bird food. I can still remember the sound of the plastic bag that it came in. Now every time I hear the crinkling sound of a plastic bag I just have to check it out. Might be some millet in there. You never know. Mmmmmmm ….millet.
It took a while to train the humans around here but I think I’ve got this pet bird routine down pretty good by now. I get to eat, sleep, and play every day. I like eating … and sleeping … and playing. And they get to bring me food and water and treats. Did I mention millet ?
Anyways, I think I’ll keep them around for a while. At least 15-20 years I hope.
See you later,
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Let me introduce myself. My name is Chartreuse and I’m a parrotlet bird – that means small parrot. Officially people refer to me as a Pacific Parrotlet. That’s kind of funny because I actually hatched near the Atlantic Ocean and there’s a good story about that. I’ll tell you all about it later.
Good thing that I can type because this way I get to tell you my side of the story. And whoever said " The internet is for the birds" was very wise. Probably an owl.
When everyone is out of the room I fly over to the computer, hop on the keyboard, and try to punch out a few thoughts. This keyboard is pretty big and it sure takes a lot of hopping around to write.
My favorite keys are P – A – R – O – T – L – E and the backspace key. Good thing ’cause I make a lot of typos. (Typos and tiny poos … but that’s a different story … hehe.)
As you might have guessed already, I use the hunt and peck method of typing. I haven’t had a chance yet to practice the ASDF touchtyping method like I’m supposed to because I’d rather play and make up my own typing games.
That’s what we parrotlets are good at – playing – and of course a little chewing. I like playing, and chewing. Besides that my feet are way too small and can’t reach all the keys. I bet some of my bigger parrot cousins could reach though.
So anyway, it’s really nice of you to visit my website. Look around and come back again when you get a chance. When no one’s looking I’ll fly out of my small bird cage and get back to the keyboard again to let you know how things are going.
Uh oh, I hear someone coming … it’s time for me to fly off and make believe that I’m just an ordinary little parrot.
"Eep … eep". Hehe.
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