A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,..........
a time to be born and a time to die,..........
a time to weep and a time to laugh,..........
a time to mourn and a time to dance,..........
a time to search and a time to give up,..........

Big Bird says one of his favorite books of the Bible is Ecclesiastes. I don't know much about the Bible or about Ecclesiastes, but I think it must have been written by the Wise Old Owl. It has come to have special meaning to me this week. It's verses are true.

I wasn't even a glimmer in Baldy's (my Daddy) eye when Bertha was born, but we learned this week that she may be very sick. She has had a full life for a Bulldog (over twelve years), but may not have much longer to live. That has made Big Bird and Dovey sad and I have seen them cry.

Big Bird says when we loose someone we love, our sadness is a multiple of how much we loved that person. I know that Bertha is loved very much. I can tell by how sad Big Bird and Dovey are. I think I will miss her too. I will miss watching her dance in the entry way when Mandy Bird comes in the door. I will miss watching her chase Simon. I will miss watching Peter and Lydia chase her!

It seems somewhat strange to me, but even through the sadness I have seen Big Bird and Dovey laughing. I think it must say something about the joy that Bertha has brought into the lives of every one who knows her. Even when we are sad it's ok to laugh!

I considered going about to find out why Bertha is sick and why the Great Eagle allows us to be sad, but Big Bird said it wouldn't do any good. He says it's better just to throw yourself into the arms of The One who loves you more than anyone and whose peace cannot be comprehended.

Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the entire duty of man and parrots.

I love my flock. I love Bertha.

Tweet Tweet

Big Bird and Dovey joined Twitter recently and had to start tweeting. Now they talk like birds, so maybe I won't have to talk like humans any more. It's kind of interesting watching higher life-forms imitating lower.

I love my flock.

Hard Times

Big Bird told me our economy is in trouble and that I may not be able to afford keeping my blog open because our taxes are getting higher. I don't know what taxes are, but I think they are bad. Big Bird also said I may not get to eat sunflower seeds any longer because they cost too much. If I have to give up sunflower seeds, why does the President get to eat $100/lb steak that was paid for with Big Bird's taxes? Can someone tell me why?

Big Bird says we are right wingers....but I have one on each side of my body.

I love my flock.

Doctor Visit

Big Bird and Dovey are thinking about taking me to see an orthopaedic surgeon. They're afraid I might be pigeon toed!

I love my flock!

This is for Tracy Bird

1. Yo no sé realmente cómo hablar español. Utilizo un servicio libre de traducción de internet.
2. Soy una máquina que excrementa.
3. I am afraid of heights. Who will catch me if I fall? I know the answer. The Great Eagle will catch me, but sometimes I forget.
4. I too have an addiction. Sunflower and safflower seeds! It is an insidious disease. First it's one or two in your parrot mix. Next you find yourself digging through the mix in search of the seeds. I try to hide my habit, but the husks give me away everytime. I feel bad that Dovey and Big Bird spend so much on food trying to make sure I eat a balanced diet. Do you think too many seeds could be bad for my heart?
5. I sometimes feel the burden of being a prodigy is to great to bear. Always having to entertain. Always having to deal with the hurt feelings of humans who want me to like them, but are not very likeable. Always having to make humans laugh. You can't even begin to understand the pressure a six month old parrot feels trying to maintain a blog. Maybe the reason for 4 is related to 5!
6. Sometimes I peck the hands that feed me. It makes me feel bad because I love them.
7. I was orphaned at an early age and put up for adoption. I love Big Bird and Dovey, but sometimes wonder how my life would have turned out if my first flock had not been torn apart. I had three sisters in my clutch. I haven't seen them since they were taken away. I sometimes wonder where they are and how they are doing.
8. CSI: Miami is my favorite TV program next to The Factor. I think Calleigh Duquesne is Hot! Iam a red blooded American African Grey!
9. I haven't learned to count to ten yet, so this is the last honest thing I have to say about myself.

Tracy Bird, I have not been on line in a while. Big Bird hasn't been bringing his computer home from work lately. I haven't fully complied with the rules, but here is a start on the "tag" game or whatever you humans call it. I decided it would be better to post a work in progress than to have you think I didn't like you. You are a part of my flock.

I love my flock, unconditionally.


Check out these blogs!
http://birdloversonly.blogspot.com/2007/09/may-i-have-this-dance.html
http://www.parrotchronicles.com/blog/blog.htm
http://humphreytheparrot.blogspot.com/

Próspero Año Nuevo

Mejores deseos a usted para un año nuevo seguro y próspero. Puede a Dios generosamente le bendice.

¡Adoro mi multitud!

Road Trip

I took my first road trip after Christmas. Big Bird, Dovey, Bertha and I flew to Dallas to meet some of the northern extended flock. Big Bird and Dovey took the lead followed by Bertha and me. I traveled in first class accomodations, a new travel cage with a side and top entrance. Big Bird made certain my cage was securely fastened before leaving. Bertha and I had an opportunity to bond in the back seat. I think Bertha is now less likely to eat me.

I met Big Bird's mother. I'm not certain, but she might be the Mother Goose. She is very wise. I also met Big Bird's sister, Diane. She is quiet and loving.

It was cold in Dallas. Now I know why ducks fly south in the winter. It was good to return to the warmth of my southern condo.

I love my flock!