In no particular order, Angela Hunt is a novelist, a nana, teacher, mother, wife, mastiff owner, reader, musician, student, aspiring theologian, apprentice baker, and bubble gum connoisseur. The things that enter her life sooner or later find their way into her books, hence "a life in pages."
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Is it a bird . . . or a dog?
I've always wanted a parrot . . . but since my community has a two-pet limit, I'm out of luck. But I enjoy watching other people's trained birds, and this one is amazing! Enjoy!
~~Angie
4 comments:
Barbara
said...
I've always wanted a parrot too. This one looks wonderful! Where we live we can have a many pets as we want, just no pigs. Hmmmm!
That was fun. Especially when it started talking back. I couldn't tell if it was complaining or being enthusiastic. Cute.
On FB I have a picture of me with my sister's bird. She has a Cockatoo and a Cockatiel. I forget which is which, but I am holding the big white one. Her name is Coco and she loves me. She can talk a little bit but I don't think she does tricks.
TOO fun! We had a parrot once. Her name was Dagmar. She LOVED me. Don...not so much. She'd perch on his shoulder long enough to leave a deposit or peck at his glasses, the she'd fly over to nestle on my shoulder. PRobably a good thing we had to give her away when I found out bird dander was death for someone with asthma. Otherwise I think Don may have eventually dressed her...for Thanksgiving dinner.
4 comments:
I've always wanted a parrot too. This one looks wonderful! Where we live we can have a many pets as we want, just no pigs. Hmmmm!
That was fun. Especially when it started talking back. I couldn't tell if it was complaining or being enthusiastic.
Cute.
On FB I have a picture of me with my sister's bird. She has a Cockatoo and a Cockatiel. I forget which is which, but I am holding the big white one. Her name is Coco and she loves me. She can talk a little bit but I don't think she does tricks.
TOO fun! We had a parrot once. Her name was Dagmar. She LOVED me. Don...not so much. She'd perch on his shoulder long enough to leave a deposit or peck at his glasses, the she'd fly over to nestle on my shoulder. PRobably a good thing we had to give her away when I found out bird dander was death for someone with asthma. Otherwise I think Don may have eventually dressed her...for Thanksgiving dinner.
Loved Karen's comment! Never had a pet bird but have seen many; however, I've never seen one do the tricks this one does. Terrific! Clyde
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