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Post by siobhan on Jan 11, 2015 20:57:16 GMT -5
I went into the birds' room with the wrong glasses on after I'd taken off my watch because Clyde doesn't approve of it. I had to leave and go put on the right glasses. Then I sat down and he zeroed in on my boots and started trying to pry off the decorative studs. I had to get up again and go take off my boots. Can someone tell me why I let a little green dictator tell me what I can and cannot wear?  On top of everything else, I went shopping the clearance racks today and I found several things I liked, but each item had to pass the Clyde Test. Not that. It has sparklies. He'll try to pry them off. Not that, it might snag birdy toes. Not that, it has a zipper (he destroys zippers). Not that, it has raised decorations ... |
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Post by msdani1981 on Jan 11, 2015 21:24:08 GMT -5
I found out that I can't wear my sparkle-butt jeans around Pico...I stood up while he was playing on the couch and felt something on my butt...I turned around and he had pulled one of the studs out!  |
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Post by siobhan on Jan 11, 2015 22:31:08 GMT -5
Yeah I have some jeans like that. Clyde scurries down my back and goes to work.
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Post by biteybird on Jan 12, 2015 4:31:20 GMT -5
Obviously you ladies just want too much bling and have to scale it down a little. Come on, parronts!  |
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Post by easttex on Jan 12, 2015 6:45:02 GMT -5
Biteybird, you might be on to something. Maybe they don't like the competition. Pretty feathers are a big mating attraction in the wild, so maybe they are telling you to tone your feathers down. Or, maybe they just like to chew on things. |
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Post by Jan and Shah on Jan 12, 2015 15:07:27 GMT -5
Shah does a clothes inspection before I go to work each day. He runs his beak over my clothes and checks out any buttons that may be on any shirts. Sometimes he gets a bit carried away with his job and bites a hole in my clothes. I guess it is the price one has to pay to have a personal dresser. |
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Post by biteybird on Jan 12, 2015 17:23:09 GMT -5
Thank goodness for Op shops...I've been frequenting them more often since we acquired Bonnie.  |
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Post by siobhan on Jan 13, 2015 0:11:46 GMT -5
I wouldn't dream of going into the birds' room once I'm dressed for work. Somebody would poop on me for sure. I used to go into their room to say goodbye, but one day I reached up to push my hair back, AFTER interviewing someone for a story, and found a big poopy stuck to my hair in back. Nobody had said a word, and this was hours into the day. I have begged my colleagues and regular sources to stop being polite and tell me if they see a poopy, but nobody had.
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Post by biteybird on Jan 13, 2015 0:48:30 GMT -5
one day I reached up to push my hair back, AFTER interviewing someone for a story, and found a big poopy stuck to my hair in back. Nobody had said a word, and this was hours into the day. Oh, 'embarrassment'! This is the price you pay for living with a quaker parrot and being in the public eye. From now on you have to give yourself a 'once-over' before leaving the house...WITHOUT your birds present! |
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Post by siobhan on Jan 13, 2015 14:00:19 GMT -5
I just don't go near birds once I'm ready for work. I say goodbye through the screen doors on their rooms.
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On top of everything else, I went shopping the clearance racks today and I found several things I liked, but each item had to pass the Clyde Test. Not that. It has sparklies. He'll try to pry them off. Not that, it might snag birdy toes. Not that, it has a zipper (he destroys zippers). Not that, it has raised decorations ... 
