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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