You’ve heard the old idiom: that was the straw that broke the camel’s back?
I don’t know anything about camels (okay, they spit, have humps, and don’t live around here) What I do know is that my morning has gone badly, people were mean to me…rude, at least, and well, then my bird bit me.
|This is the guilty party I mentioned|
It was all I could do not to burst into tears.
It hurt, but really, not enough to cry over. Baker is only a year old, and he is normally pretty lovable–with bouts of manic lunging and biting thrown in now and then. Breeders and other bird professionals call it “nipping.”
Yeah, right. Chomping would be a better word. That little beak can be painful! He sometimes does it to protect his territory, and sometimes, it’s just general principle. Like I said, he’s pretty cuddly otherwise.
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I know you’ve heard (read) me refer to Baker and Banana:
So, naturally, you would assume that Banana was the one who bit my finger. If that were true, I wouldn’t be able to type at all. That beak of his is deadly. Luckily, he likes me these days. I play Euro- Rock/Pop for him, the one Brittany Spears song he likes (Oops, I Did It Again), crooners when he’s in the mood, and his personal favorite–Harry Belafonte. (you guessed it, he loves the Banana Boat Song, Dayo, best of all)
Hey, he likes to dance. Don’t mock him for it. Manly men are secure enough to dance. And bob. Trust me, he gets into it. And let’s face it, it’s a rare bird indeed who can dance to Calypso music.
Baker, poor soul, his rhythmically challenged. He does this cool thing where he revolves slowly in a half-circle. My daughter calls it his “Around Town” move.
Just so you know, he was sorry for the bite pretty soon after. I covered his cage because I was upset and didn’t want to yell at him. He started going “Pssst, pssssst!” a minute after I covered him. He talks, but quietly. He likes to mimic sounds, though. I made the mistake of blowing him a kiss once…you can imagine where that went wrong.
As upset as I was, the very bird that bit me eventually made me feel better. He cracks me up. They both do. And really, it’s hard to stay upset when one bird is boogieing along to Belafonte’s Jump in the Line and the other one is pecking away (off-beat) on the wing of his little plastic airplane perch?
Anyhow, that was my day, pretty much. I have since written a few thousand words, helped put away groceries, and basically, gotten on with life.
Oh, and I’m a writer, so if you’d consider buying a book of mine at some point, that would be great. *g*
That’s it for me. Back to the book!
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