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This is a huge breakthrough! He's *never* let me scratch his head!!

This morning when I came into the parrot room Petey ran around on the top of his cage--a bit unusual since he usually runs to the side of his cage to hide. I had already picked up Soph and had her on my chest giving her kisses and head scritches. He slowly walked toward me and I'd put my finger up to see if he wanted to go outside.

Instead of stepping up, he gently put his head under my fingers. He was nervous as all heck--I could tell because his beak was chattering, something he does when he's scared. He let me scratch his head for a few seconds and then he ran away, skipping and jumping and hid behind hte cage. Then he jumped back up, ran in circles on top of his cage, and then slowly came back to me. Again, he put his head under my fingers to let me scritch his feathers. He stayed longer this time, his beak chattering, and then he ran off and hid. It took a little longer to convince him to try once more. With my right hand I was petting Soph, so my left hand had been offered. Finally I switched hands and he came running. "I only trust the hand that was so nice to Sophia!"

He ran off again, skipping in circles. It took him a little while to settle down again, but when he did, he came to my hand to step up and we went to the kitchen to make breakfast--Sophia on one shoulder, Petey on the other.

After I made their breakfast and they'd eaten it, I again offered my hand to Petey. Instead of running away and hten remembering that I'm The Vehicle and returning, he immediately came and stepped up. "Let's go outside."

Right now he's on the orchid stand, which is in front of the sliding door. He keeps peeking inside (the door is open) to watch what I'm doing. :)

Ooooh! I love my feather-butt kids!!!
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Athie's vocabulary is increasing so much! She still does her little baby rambles, but she says:


Come on!

You can do it!

What? What??




Up! Up!

Oh, baby, baby!

Oh sh*t! (oops)

I love you!
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Had some requests for mp3s of Athie (*wink*). Couldn't get them in mp3 format, but here are some videos!

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It's a lovely Tuesday morning. I have an hour before I have to get ready for school. The sun is shining. The weather is beautiful. Music is playing... I have some work to do before I go. Usually my sliding door would be open, so I could appreciate the beauty of the morning.

It's not today. Why?

Because there exist in my house two terrorists of the feathered nature. And lately, they have been *driving me crazy.* They think being on Mom is better than being *anywhere else in the whole world.* Mom does not agree. When I put them on the patio to play, they fly in through the open sliding door and onto my head. Sophie usually says, "Hi! HI!" And then proceeds to chew on my hair. I like my hair. This isn't endearing. When I finally get her off of my head, she searches desparately for buttons, zippers, bra straps, anything to chew on mom. Failing that, she examines her options on the desk--mouse wire, books, pens. She's very resourceful, ignoring completely the $100 worth of toys I spent last month trying to find *other, better, parrot-related* things to play with. Not interested.

After Soph lands on me, Ath's usually not too far behind. She isn't quite as graceful in flight, more dive-bombing and tumbling into whatever she's aiming for. But she gets there, and that's all that matters to her. She immediately goes for the fake plant on my desk. I usually wouldn't mind, but, well, I'm tired of vacuuming 3x/day b/c I can't stand the floor to be messy while I'm working! Failing the plant, she works on chewing through binders, books, papers... the more expensive-looking and irreplaceable, the tastier.

Sometimes I try to put them in their cages. They should learn to play alone, right? Problem is the guilt. Truthfully, they play alone a good 3 days/week--all day. They're experts. The other problem is Soph. I've trained her to "knock" politely when she wants out. And when I'm in the room, she wants out. So she knocks. incessantly. And I'm afraid she'll unlearn knocking and resort to screaming. (Or I'll resort to screaming if I listen to knockknockknock incessently for hours.)

So they are outside. And they show their disdain for not being allowed in by landing on the white trellis that's lying against the door. Or by landing on James's orchids, right in front of the trellis, and chewing them to bits, all the while glaring at me. "If you'd just let us in, this wouldn't be a problem."

Ah well. My terrorists aka the feathered mob. 

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Back by request... ;) (Thanks for the inspiration!)

Here are some parrot pics. 

The white background doesn't work as well for Soph as it does for Ath. I need to find a different color I think. Ah well... There's my pen-faced Sophie girl!
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Dear Sophia,

Please stop flying onto my head. I do not like it when you mess up my hair (even if it's only a 30-second hair-do), and I'm nervous you will poop on my head. I do not need a life-size G2 headpiece. My hair is fine the way it is. I don't like other decorations--especially when they move and scream.

Also, when I demand that you get off, stop grounding your little claws tighter around my hair and ducking lower. You WILL come off. I am bigger than you and I control the treats. If you nip me again you'll be roast Cockatoo for dinner.

Thanks in advance for your cooperation on this matter.
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Because I have nothing better to do... More pics of two of my favorite things: the girls and flowers...

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting 

For the record, out of nearly 60 pictures, only like 6 turned out. LOL...
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Dear Sophia,

Please stop eating my food off of my plate. It's disgusting when you put your little feet on my food, or eat half of something, crunching it all over everything else, and then I can't eat anything that hasn't been Sophied.

The food on your plate, the food I put especially for you on a little platter all your own, IS THE EXACT SAME STUFF THAT'S ON MY PLATE. I SWEAR. And when I've put a handful of granola in your basket, STOP GOING AFTER MY GRANOLA CUP LIKE THERE'S NO FOOD LEFT IN THE WORLD YOU HAVE YOUR OWN LITTLE PILE!

Thank you.

Your doting mother.

PS. I will never allow you to have hot chocolate no matter how much you annoy me. It's not good for you. And it's HOT. Also, no apple cider allowed. Stop climbing up everything on my desk to get to it on the shelf. It's not gonna happen.


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