Dys has a parrot named Fred. He is a dusky conyer. As far as we know, conyers are the smallest of the true Hookbill parrots.
Fred has taught me the conyers are funny, smart, bossy, moody, curious and relentless in getting what they want.
When I sat down at the computer, Fred joined me. I had a glass of iced tea which he soon appropriated as his own. He fished out the ice cubes, one at a time, dropping them on the floor with a great sense of satisfaction. When I tried to pick up the ice cubes, he ruffled his feathers and tried to stop me, even biting when I put an ice cube back in the glass.
He loves to 'read' the paper, walking under several pages and working his way out the other side.
Naturally, he loves my purse and trying to get out the keys. When Dys looked out the window, the trunk to my car was open. Fred must have bitten the 'trunk' button on the remote control!
He says, "Hi, Fred, hi, Fred," very rapidly, reminding me of Dustin Hoffman's character in Rain Man.
A couple of days ago, he was on my shoulder when I went into the bathroom to take a shower. I thought he would stay on the counter or on the top of the door, but he flew right back to my shoulder after I had undressed and was stepping into the shower. Then I thought he would certainly fly out when I got under the water, but he stayed right there. Finally, he flew down to the tub floor and stayed there while I finished.
When 'we' got out, he was shivering a little, so I turned my blow dryer on low and aimed it at him. He loved it!! Now, I sneak into the shower.
Do any of you have parrot stories?
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