My day starts early. I have my own
bedroom and a special bed cage where I spend the night. My bed cage
is very small, but is big enough for me to sit without my head or tail
touching the top or bottom of the cage. It's too small for me to
live in, but for sleeping, it's just fine.
Sometime between 6:00 and 7:00 a.m., Mum or
Dad will come in and wake me up. I'm often still asleep when they
come in.
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morning. Mum came in to get me just after 6:00. I was
startled a little when she flipped on the lights but I had a
surprise for her, too. You see... last night I figured out how
to unlock the cage on my own. so I had a little late-night
party with the extra newspaper Mum keeps on top of my bed
cage.
Unfortunately the cage door closed on
me and I couldn't get back in - so I had to sleep on the top instead
of on my comfy bed perch.
See the Video
Version of this... |
One look at my room and you can see
why Mum insists that I be locked into my bed cage at night.
She doesn't buy my alibi. (Feb, 2008). |
Well... I'm awake now... (and
Mum sure is too! Tee-hee-hee!)
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Time to head down for
brekkies!
Dad usually carries me
downstairs, and I say "Hello, hello" all the way down just
to let the other birds know that I'm coming. |
| A couple of times I've climbed
through the rail and jumped on the banister to slide down on my own.
It didn't end well, though, because the handrail doesn't go all the way to
the floor and I end up scooting off the end. |
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Hmmm... maybe I'll just try it
one more time and...
Woops! Mum sees me.
She took this photo but then grabbed my little body and carried me down.
(Gosh, Mum... can't I have any
fun????) |
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Time
to get busy! First, I help Mum check her email. Then we pull
up the website for our favorite newspaper, The
Age. |
| There's no email for me, so I
might as well dismantle the keyboard. |
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I help Mum with the
laundry. I love to help with Dad's shirts... |
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... esp. the buttons. Here I am removing
one from Dad's collar. Mum doesn't seem to appreciate help.
(I don't know what her
problem is...) |
| On special days, we head out to see
friends. Here's me and my new friend Yetismum (that's
not her real name). We've
only just met, but look at the body language here. Anybody can tell
that we like each other a lot. Yetismum even let me step up on her
arm (I don't normally warm up to
people so quickly, so Mum was really pleased that I was so sociable.
She must've said "good girl!" about a hundred times).
Mum and Dad know that it's important for me
to learn good manners, so they've been introducing me around as much as
possible. They know that I'm probably going to outlive them by many,
many years. That means that it's important that I get along with
other people so that one day (hopefully
not too soon) I'll be a good girl
when it's time for me to move to a new family.
Mum says that if I learn to be nice with
most people, she'll take me around to schools and other places so that I
can help educate people about companion parrots. |
And here's a video of me
stepping on Yetismum's arm for the first time (wasn't she brave?!?!).
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| Mum had to take a break
at this point... said she had a mess to clean up (tee-hee-hee!) - so
the page here isn't finished. But I'll be sure to get her back
to work on it in the next day or so... please do bookmark this and
come back so I can tell you about the rest of my day... |
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