Here's the latest. The kids have taken to giving the parrot "flying lessons" outside in the afternoon. It doesn't seem to matter to them that the bird's wings have been clipped and it can't fly. Kids crack me up.

Laughing!! it's a little like fishing...when there are no fish, steelheaders crack me up.!

You need to get those girls a couple of chickens to chase around the yard...

p.s. sounds like "outside" is at least a step in the right direction....do you have a cat?

From what Sol has said, this bird would kill and eat a cat.

I picture a Parrot that eats human flesh......

SatanBirdie.

Big hookbills scare cats and dogs both. Nose amputation anyone?

About 1990, I looked out the back slider and noticed that the sunflowers were bobbing up and down. I took a second look and realized there was a parrot on one of the sunflowers trying to get at the seeds. One of the biggest mistakes of my life was grabbing a fishing net and catching the damn thing. Heck, I wanted to be a pirate as a kid and every good pirate has a parrot on his shoulder. It bonded with my wife and hates me - I mean HATES ME! The feeling is mutual.
It chases me if it's out and I come in the room. A good example is that one time it launched at me from it's perch and managed to grab my upper lip, with his little feet frantically trying find a perch on my chin and his wings flapping. I grabbed him off and threw him across the room and he came back after me. I have a mustache so I don't know if there's a scar there or not but it bleed. I felt like I was in some grade 'b' drive-in movie kinda like "The Birds". Of course, during the whole thing my wife is in hysterics laughing. Big help she is and she said it was my own fault because I'd had a bit more rum than I should have and was teasing the spawn of satan.
Another time, he waited for me to come back into the room. As I came in, he ran at me and ended up upside down with his feet grabbing each leg of my sweats about knee high and lunging at my crotch.
Why is he still with us - because my wife loves him and after damn near 35 years of marriage, I just roll over like a cur dog when she scratches my belly.

I hear parrots make great crab, prawn, sturgeon and halibut bait.....

Depending on the species, those feathers might be pretty valuable to some of these fly tying types.

One of these days when the feathers get long enough, they will launch it, and it'll be bye bye.

Maybe thats what you have in mind??

Thanks for the laugh Chuck E. Sorry it's at your expense! My dog goes after rattlesnakes and porqupines so I don't think it would be afraid of a parot though that sounds like one mean bird.

I saw an exotic bird hoppin around on the shoulder of the freeway in Olympia yesterday, someone lost one while giving it flying lessons!!...Later


Jake

If you give flying lessons, shouldn't you know how to fly?

My son was giving his Turtle a driving lesson in the back of his R/C jeep best part was them chasing the cat never laughed so hard in my life until his Mom showed up

Guess what guys:

Parrots and turtles live to be over 120 years old.

Winston Churchill's is still alive.

Have fun

Don't ever give a parrot a piece of used chewing gum.

Put the knife down.....

http://www.argusleader.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20070602/NEWS/706020324/1001

OMG, did Sol get arrested last night???...Later


Jake

Here's a twist. I got tired of listening to the damn thing squak all the time so I made friends with it. Now it seldom chirps, but the down side is I seem to be it's favorite person in the house, now. It won't leave me alone. If it's on one of my kids or my wife when I walk in the room it jumps off them, flutters to the floor and walks over to climb up on me. This thing used to HATE me, now it loves me.

BTW: It's a female. Go figure.

You need to teach it to sit on your shoulder and have it talk like a pirate! That'd be cooooool.

Or, teach it to swear like a sailor. Take it with you next time you fish with Uncle Joe.

My shoulder is where is does sit. If I don't put her there she uses her beak and feet to scale my pants and t-shirt to climb up there on her own. Occationally, out of the blue she will grab my ear-ring and tug on it, which pisses me off because it hurts, but I thump her on the head and she mellows out.

The only thing we've been able to teach it to say so far is "Step-up."

Sol
That's a funny story

Maybe they could give it some help via a water balloon launcher