Richard the Bird, Senegal parrot, is still holidaying with us, so we’ve been looking at parrot websites to make sure we know what we’re doing. The birds need to come out of their cage every day for exercise. This means that I have to take protective measures since the biting incident a few days ago. So I hide my hair under Husb’s woolly hat that he got in Iceland; put on my tough, outdoor hiking jacket that zips up around my ears; Husb’s extra thick skiing gloves and a pair of specs and that’s how I sit in my chair while Richard gets his ‘exercise’. Which means sitting on Husb’s shoulder watching telly. He’s such a couch potato.
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Parrot? Iceland?? Biting incident??? I can’t wait to hear the back story.
Husb’s sister’s parrot is staying while she’s abroad. He’s a little terror and he bit me a few days ago when I tried to stop him pulling my hair. He’s so naughty except with Husb who is some sort of parrot god. I’m not bitter, really.