Sure, I’m in the middle of the city. It doesn’t mean that I don’t get visitors.
In this case, though, I think they’re not exactly here for me.
They’re for the bar.
The way this started was with Oscar, the orange wing amazon parrot I have had since 1986. Bloody long time, right? Well he’s here. He’s never gotten lost, I guess I’m too good at taking care of him for that. I have taken him out back many times when it is raining because Amazon Parrots Love Rain.
Just leave the cage out by the pool in the middle of a thunderstorm and let the parrot play in the water.
Step number one, remove the wire cage from the plastic base. This must be done without freaking the bird out or catching my fingers in the mesh … or the beak within.
Step two. Go outside. Better said than done. I’m a bit unwieldy at times, somewhat clumsy. One step down to the Florida Room. Over the threshold and through the double doors to the Lanai. Out to the pool deck.
It doesn’t happen often but the last time it did, the cage collapsed and had one rather scared green bird within a metal mesh and me freaking out to try to reassemble the cage without letting the bird fly off.
Oh, did I say that this is with Oscar being “Fully Flighted”?
Never mind all that rot. He just took it all calmly in. He stepped on my index finger, let me put him inside the cage, grabbed onto my finger a little harder than I prefer and back onto the perch.
That last grab was probably because he was saying I’m being an idiot I guess.
Basically when I have to put Oscar anywhere it is usually in the back yard. It is quiet there and while we do get “visitors” they are normally at night when I’m snoring into my pillow.
Yes, you can hear it from the corner… well yes that is TMI so I’ll stop there.
Anyway, if I put Oscar in the Florida Room or out back, the outside birds will come to visit. They range from finch sized little things to the buzzards that have just come to roost for their annual visit.
We also have the Hawks. Oscar doesn’t like Hawks and will get loud if they come near.
Remember Parrot = Loud. If you want a quiet house, don’t get a parrot.
I tell Oscar when he gets loud that he can go play with the hawks if he likes. He has never taken me up on the offer.
This particular day, Oscar was in the Florida Room since it was sunny. That was when the Ringnecks came for a visit. Their call is like something out of The Simpsons with “Meh! Meh!” in a reedy voice. I knew they were here for a visit with Oscar since he was clearly in view of the big double door in the back.
Settling onto the bar for a bit they watched. I was in the kitchen puttering. Oscar made some gentle chatter in the back.
Ok, so I spoiled that visit by taking pictures out the Kitchen window, but hey, it is my house after all.
But they do still visit. If the hawks are particularly active, I will have a bougainvillea full of small birds hiding. Not today, but many days. At least it keeps Oscar entertained.