My husband Rod loves birds. He tends to the wild birds in our yard with the same devotion that I take care of the horses. His effort is rewarded with an abundance of Juncos, Chickadees, and Bluebirds to name just a few. When Rod turned forty we celebrated by acquiring a hybrid Cockatoo named Casey. What this large white parrot taught us was a whole lot more than we could teach her. Aside from conquering the sofa with military efficiency, she screamed and chatted the day away from her kingdom where she ruled in our living room. In today's excerpt from Finding My Way to Moose River Farm, Casey takes control of the air waves too.
Casey used her spine tingling scream to attract our attention at the most inconvenient times. At dawn’s earliest light her day officially began. During the summer that heart stopping scream startled us out of our slumber long before we needed to be awake. The only way to console her was to get up and join her in the living room where she immediately quieted down.
After a long day alone in the house she screamed for attention from the moment we arrived home. One day Rod ignored her tantrum while tending to urgent computer business upstairs in our office. Tired of screaming to no avail, Casey hopped off of her couch and out of her territory. Sensing that Rod was on the second floor, she climbed the stairs with great stealth, and then continued her clandestine mission down the hall. Next, she stood soldier still at the doorway, waiting until her presence surprised him at his desk. Once he discovered her there, (with a bit of a startle), she bobbed her body to and fro with the satisfaction of a football player who had just scored a touchdown. Of course he immediately picked her up to cuddle her, thus rewarding her for her effort!
Another time, Casey was suspiciously quiet downstairs while Rod was watching his daily stock reports on a small TV in the office. The TV was controlled by whatever channel was tuned in on the downstairs TV. Suddenly, the small TV began changing channels rapidly on its own like a scene from a science fiction movie. Rod ran down to investigate the situation and discovered that Casey had found the remote. She was perched on her swing, holding it dexterously with one foot while her beak was busy gnawing off the little rubber buttons that changed the channel!
"Bad, Bad, Bird, Bird Girl."
"Bad, Bad, Bird, Bird Girl."
Casey called herself a "Bird Bird Bird Bird Girl"!
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