I am a writer who lives and works in a city somewhere below the Mason-Dixon line, east of LA. This blog is about my parrots, various and sundry things going on in my life, and whatever events occur that demand my opinion. All material contained in this blog is copyrighted, 2007-2016. All rights retained by the author.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Charli (and mini-update)
When all the birdies are out I naturally leave their cage doors open so they can go back when they want. I have decided that eating another parrot's food is the highest honor a parrot can give to another, because that's what all the birds in my house do. Eat each other's food, especially if it's the exact same food in their cage.
A few weeks ago the birds were out, and Charli made one of her little treks to Sugar's cage (Sugar was sitting on my shoulder, out of Charli's way). Charli casually ate her fill of Sugar's pellets, then settled in to look out the window for awhile. About five minutes later I glanced over at Charli and see that she is at Sugar's water bottle, having a drink. As I watched, Charli then proceeded to stick her head against the little ball in the water bottle spout. She kept rubbing her head against it, releasing water on the top of her head. She twisted herself this way and that, doing her version of the rain dance, for about three minutes.
Now the water bottle doesn't release a big stream of water, just a little bit, so when Charli was finished she had a patch about a half inch by an eighth inch of head feathers thoroughly soaked. And that was all. Finally satisfied she calmly sauntered back to her cage to preen, having completed her toilet for the evening.
I think I would give anything to know what goes on in a parrot's head.
Today Sugar Franklin solicited scritches from me! She has allowed me to scritch her two or three times since she got sick, but she hasn't jumped on my chest and bent her head and solicited scritches in over a month!
I figure it's for one of four reasons: she truly feels better and is getting back to her "normal" self, she is going to die tonight and is giving me a poignant goodbye gift, she thinks if I scritch her I won't be able to give her meds, or I will quit practicing piano if my fingers are busy scritching.
Right now she is on the back of the couch, napping -- with her head turned backward and firmly tucked in her feathers.
Happy, happy, happy! (but I stiil practiced piano and I still made her take her meds.)
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2 comments:
Your visual description of Charli with the water bottle put a smile on my face :)
I've been thinking a lot about you and Sugar Franklin lately. I'm glad that things seem to be looking up.
Any new updates on Sugar?
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