Most recently I figured out that I can fly since my feathers grew in after molting. I decided to fly to daddy the Spaniard and show him my skills but he kept ducking and avoiding me. I even flew around the corner to try to catch him. But he won and I landed on the floor. Then my human got me in..eeeek....a towel...and she clipped some of my wings...how traumatizing. The boy got a nasty scrape on his chest when he ran into the bar sized counter while trying to avoid me. how can I be so scary if I am only a tiny Meyers parrot?
Soon I will be watched by my first owners while my family goes on a little trip. It should be fun to be back in Rock Hill.