Yes, the parrot was out on the playtop! I finally had the opportunity to take a decent picture of Kris, as you all can see. Now his beautiful long tail is more visible. Isn’t he a pretty bird? I thought I was never going to be able to coax him out to accomplish this.
A few days ago, I opened the cage top and walked away. When I returned an hour later he was on top and ready for an adventure. I quickly shot a few pictures and a video. Have to try reshooting a shorter video because there was too much data to upload to the website. I will figure it out, posting something soon.
Put my hand out, saying “step up”, Kris jumped up to my hand, and then jumped to my shoulder. He then rode around, commented as I typed on the computer, and screamed in my ear while I was on the phone. I walked into the kitchen. Kris became flustered with the movement and flew up onto the curtain rod. Later I retrieved him, walked over close to his cage, and he jumped up onto his cage. As I walked away, he flew off across the living room. Eventually, he worked his way half walking and half flying back towards me in the dining room. (I have a new best friend.)
It was after 4:30 when I walked again over to Kris’ cage to deposit him. This time, Kris stayed. The room was darkening. A short time later when I checked, Kris had returned inside the cage settling down for the night. Yes! A home run, a goal, a basket, my team scored! Quickly I shut the top.
Kris had a heck of a good time that day.
Kris’ parrot cage play top was open overnight and he did not come out. This is good and it is bad. Good because he, at least, stayed safe overnight. Bad because I have been trying to coax him out onto the open top to play. I also hope that once he is out he may be willing to practice the command “step up” for me. Yeah. Right. In my dreams.
My guess is the cage is much too nice and comfortable for him. Kris sees no reason to have an outside adventure.
This little New Jersey parrot or should I call him a little New Jersey Devil (a regional mythical character) spouted a new phrase yesterday. Some of the things he says can’t quite be understood just because of the way he says them. This was as clear as a bell. I thought I’d heard his entire repertoire. How wrong was I?
His cool new phrase —“C’mon baby”. Yeah, it’s nothing spectacular but as I said before “I thought I heard it all”. Nearly knocked my socks off. Better wash my ears out so I can hear his conversation clearly. New words may be on the horizon. Maybe. Who knows?
I’m still trying to have him repeat “birds just wanna have fun”.
Kris’ cage has a play top. It opens on top so he can come out and play with toys or a play stand (a platform with a perch or two and a couple of play items attached).
Lately, I’ve been opening the top trying to entice him out. Kris just looks as if interested but not bold enough to attempt it. Mind you, his wings aren’t clipped and I have no idea how I would get him back in the cage if he decides to have an adventure flying around the house. (Don’t forget my cat is old and arthritic but she isn’t dead.) I’ve been assuming that since I do this before I feed him, the prospect of food should bring him back to the cage. Maybe. Fat chance more likely.
When open, I say step up and put out my hand. Of course, he just looks at me. At least, he doesn’t laugh. He does know how to laugh. I tap my shoulder and ask if he wants to ride? Nothing. Training takes time and many repetitions. I’ll just keep on trucking.’
I’ve been trying (Yeah, I know. Everybody thinks I’m trying…their patience, that is.) to review step up with Kris. Step up is one of the first commands you teach a parrot where he will perch on your hand. He used to do this for me but had stopped awhile back. I’m not sure if it’s because I move too fast or move my hands too much (I’m Italian I can’t talk without moving my hands). Kris has known me long enough that I’m not a stranger. Unless he’s missing his previous owner? One never knows.
Also did not earn his friendship today when I cleaned his cage. Kris never likes his habitat being disturbed. At least, the cage is all fresh until he starts pooping again (about 3 seconds after I finished). He is a cute little poop machine.
I have a little blue feathered cheese hog. Kris has been pigging out on cheddar cheese the past few days.
I must admit this is a really good cheddar. My bird has good taste. (Who was the wise guy who just said he’d taste great parmigiana? Kris doesn’t have enough meat on him! Shame on you!)
This morning I came downstairs and was greeted with a cheery “expletive you”. I’m so glad Kris was happy. (Yeah, right.)
Kris came to me already knowing this phrase and one other phrase, not a curse but still unacceptable. How do I know he didn’t learn it from me — from me he would be screaming at the top of his lungs — “Darn this expletive-ing computer. Where’s my sledge hammer?” He hasn’t said that yet. Don’t you believe in sledge hammer computer repair? Most people have had moments fantasizing about it.
He then continued with his normal happy morning chatter. Some of his words I can’t quite understand but they do sound like words, not noises nor are they curses (I think).
Man, this birdie starts out the day cheerfully. The minute Kris hears me upstairs he starts with a couple of loud squawks and beeps announcing his presence and readiness for the day. Then “Crispy” and “hello” . The chattering changes into a an assortment of happy contented sounds. This all repeats with every movement from me he hears.
When I come downstairs, he starts the squawks again, simmering down to the happy sounding chatter. Kris and I exchange “Hellos” and he asks “What are you doing?” I laugh and he laughs back. I tell him “birds just want to have fun” and he just chatters away at me. Then my cat walks by, ignoring Kris, but he starts to flutter around the cage. Cat just wants breakfast “Meow” or maybe she means NOW!
Kris is a Princess of Wales Parakeet. He is considered a medium sized parrot. The breed originates from Australia. He has beautiful blue plumage. Now I know you are thinking… “but wait! aren’t Princess of Wales usually green”…. Kris is a mutant. No. He doesn’t have two heads and an extra wing. I looked. It’s because of his color. There are two color mutations the blue and what they call Lutino, a very pretty yellow.
YES HE TALKS!
I will slowly be adding more content, this is just begining. O. K. everyone start singing … “We’ve only just begun”. Don’t know the song? You do not want me to sing it to you. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket.