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Post by siobhan on Dec 22, 2014 11:20:55 GMT -5
Clyde has very specific rules for my attire and they must not be deviated from lest his wrath fall upon whatever part of me he can reach. One of those is no contact lenses and only a certain pair of glasses. I can't wear my new glasses, I have to wear the old ones. I can't wear certain clothes because he doesn't like them. I most emphatically am not allowed to wear a watch.
I went into their room on Saturday to turn off the clothes dryer because we had a band gig and it was time to leave. I was wearing my new glasses AND my watch because I was on the way out. Clyde landed on my shoulder, peered at my face and discovered the WRONG GLASSES.
"HMMMPH!" he said and yanked my hair hard.
I apologized and explained the situation, that we were going to be out all evening and they would all have to either put themselves to bed or stay up until I got home.
Then he spotted the Evil Watch.
"AAAACKKKKK!" he said, and scurried down my left arm and before I could do anything about it, he chomped my hand so hard that today (Monday) I have a bruise the size of a half-dollar. Then he flew away to his boing, squawking, and sat on the boing yelling at me and continued to yell at me so loud I could hear him as we went out to the truck and left.
You can bet I took that watch AND the glasses off before I put them to bed, almost three hours past their usual bedtime, when I came home from the gig.
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Post by quinn83 on Dec 22, 2014 12:04:54 GMT -5
Your Clyde has quite the personality! I'm glad Clyde allows you to wear your old glasses. Romeo has given me premission to wear my glasses only when he is in his cage. If I forget he attacks and flies off with them.
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Post by siobhan on Dec 22, 2014 14:53:46 GMT -5
Clyde likes the old glasses mostly because they are a good size and shape for using as a handle to muscle my face into reach for his favorite activity, preening my eyebrows. Apparently my eyebrows are sadly neglected, and after he has finished fixing my hair (I don't comb it properly), he uses those glasses to pull my head this way and that so he can go after those eyebrows. Most of the reason I needed NEW glasses is the scratch marks on the lenses of the OLD glasses that he put there. And trust me, there is no reasoning with him about "don't chew on Mama's glasses."
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Post by biteybird on Dec 22, 2014 16:21:11 GMT -5
The little rotter! So he got to stay up late and party while you were out? ;-|Maybe you need to put those Evil glasses and watch in a safe (out of Clyde's view so he doesn't memorise the combination). Yes, you definitely broke the rules...
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Post by easttex on Dec 22, 2014 16:35:12 GMT -5
Our birds must think we are pretty slow learners, that they have to keep giving us the same lessons, over and over.  |
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Post by julianna on Dec 22, 2014 16:36:52 GMT -5
Too funny cause my qp does the same thing. Part of my glasses frame is chewed off and half of one eyebrow. I had to start talking in his language so when I growl Uhhhhh Uhhhhhhh.... he is learning that means NO. I do this when he poops on my shoulder too and now he will poop and run to the other shoulder while looking back at his poop. He also gets put down when he does this so I am sure eventually he will learn. I am not allowed to wear any jewellery around him either unless I want to share it with him. I have more bent earrings than I care to mention.... boy they can be fast.
What little rulers they can be.
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Post by biteybird on Dec 22, 2014 19:48:18 GMT -5
The poop aspect can not be adequately covered in this thread alone...yesterday Bonnie landed on my head and straight away did one down the back of my neck (and it was a huge, green, pea soup poop). Then she took off, laughing. She has now turned one. I'd hoped she would have learnt SOME manners by now, but it seems I was deluding myself. QPs have zero respect for their slaves.
Luckily I'm too complacent to wear jewellery or glasses, so we haven't had to overcome those obstacles yet. Bonnie did lunge and peck at a bandaid I had on my finger, though. Like yours, she likes to try preening my eyebrows now and then, but they aren't thick enough for her to be bothered very often.
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Post by cnyguy on Dec 22, 2014 21:00:47 GMT -5
If I wear my glasses around Ralph, he has to pull them off my face and drop them on the floor. Doesn't matter if he's in or out of his cage, he can latch onto the frames and toss them down. So I usually wear my contact lenses, partly out of fear of stepping on my glasses after Ralph flings them to the floor. My watch he likes. It's fun to chew on, especially the little buttons on the side. Many times he's reset the time for me-- the last time he did that, he set it back four hours and seventeen minutes.  |
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Post by biteybird on Dec 22, 2014 22:08:31 GMT -5
Lucky Ralph. Between your glasses, watch and the dishwasher he's in quaker parrot heaven.  |
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Post by megjp on Dec 28, 2014 19:24:39 GMT -5
Considering my entire family wears glasses, we can only hope Pipa doesn't pick up this behaviour. Cute story Sioban, thank's for sharing!
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