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Parrot Nation

Parrots are cool. They are also one hell of a lot of work.

Avian Aerobics

Parker with his Girlfriend, Maria If you have parrots or birds of any sort, you probably know by now that it is not for the weak. I’m sure the uninitiated most likely think that keeping birds is a delicate hobby,... Continue Reading →

Girding My Loins

Photo Courtesy of My Friend Kent Hammit Well, it’s almost here. Yup, it’s almost time for Parker to swing into full-tilt “Screaming Little Hellion” mode. I can’t wait for it to be over. Why is breeding season always so painful?... Continue Reading →

Wipe Up

I waited 20 years to make an impulse purchase. I got a parrot. I bring the little guy home. I almost passed out on the way home thinking that what I did was the biggest mistake of my life. But... Continue Reading →

Christmas Hopes and Wishes

My friend Sandra's Niece with Parker I have many wishes, yet very few of them are for me. I like to think of wishes as hopes and dreams for the future. Many of these wishes I have are for my... Continue Reading →

Eventful

Cindy the Purser and David with RFK Jr. Just when you think you’ve seen it all, something else happens to kick it up a notch. I was scheduled to fly to Guayaquil, Ecuador the other night out of Miami. There... Continue Reading →

Just Because They Sell It, Doesn’t Mean You Should Buy It (The Nitty-Gritty on Grit)

Grit. This is a gritty subject. Grit. Grit, grit. People think if it’s being sold, their bird needs it. Not grit. Not for parrots. Insoluble Grit blows for parrots. They don’t need it. Shouldn’t have it. Grit is for birds that... Continue Reading →

Connection

Parker, eating bean mix. What else can we do? We try to keep our birds happy, well-fed, trained and healthy. Most of us work at it. We learn everything we can and try our best to provide a suitable environment... Continue Reading →

Short Cuts (A series of short subjects on my mind.)

It’s not that I’m easily distracted. I’m not. Rather, I have I tendency to hyper-focus. If I’m writing and someone says something to me, I’ll hear their voice but not what they’ve just said. I have to stop, pull my... Continue Reading →

I’m Auditioning to be a “Pole Dancer”

No, not that kind of pole dancing; this kind: Image from: here The butt-freezing, icy fingers, "Oh my God, it's so damned cold, I'm freezing my tail off!" kind of pole. The North Pole. The Big Kahuna of adventures. The... Continue Reading →

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