Welcome to my cage. Here I have adventures and tell stories to my friends. My name is Punky.
As soon as my mom learns how she is going to add my picture here with my two friends Jo and Reggae.They
are both Cockatiels. Not many people know that they are parrots too, just like me. I am a Congo African
Grey hatched and raised in Kamloops, BC. I've never been anywhere else but many interesting people and birds
have come to visit in the past 5 years that I have lived with mom and dad.
My first bird friend was Jo. Let me tell you about him.
Jo is a male grey Cockatiel. Mom got him from the SPCA. He just landed on someone one day and was homeless.
No one knows for sure how old Jo is. But we all figure about 10. He is the happiest Cockatiel I've ever seen.
He sings and plays all day. He loves dad best and follows him all over the house. I like to call out his name
when he is singing or squeaking. Jo sometimes comes over and shares my food with me and we like to stand in the
bathroom together and mumble. Jo knows alot of good places to hide in the house. So we play hide and seek sometimes.
Jo hides and I seek. Jo always gets home before me. He can run. I trip over my feet. That is just one difference
between a parrot that flies alot and searches for food on the ground and a parrot that climbs in the trees alot.
The home base in our game is the fireplace. Ohh it's so much fun. You should come and play sometime.
I will write more about my friends later.
Now I want to tell you about Barney.
Barney was a Blue Front Amazon that Mom found in a local pet store. It was instant love. So Dad bought him for
Mom on their first anniversary. Mom tamed Barney down and soon he would go to anyone. Dad made Barney his very
own t-stand perch where Barney spent alot of time playing. He learned to say 4 things:Hello, Barney, Kelly, Come here.
He loved Mom very much. He used to rub his face on Mom's face begging to be scratched. He would run across the floor
to climb up Mom's bathrobe. He would preen Mom's hair and loved to shower. He would put out his wings and go OOOOOOO!(as
in FOOD). He loved to go outdoors and play in the sprinkler.Barney let me hang out on his perch when I came to live
at home and could perch finally. He would preen my head and we would swing together on the sticks and branches Dad had
put on the t-stand. He helped me learn to say Hello! I loved Barney I would call his name when I wanted to play with him.
But one day Barney became very ill and could not eat anything. Then he couldn't stand. Mom put him in a hospital and said
he would get better. But then she brought him home and he still wasn't any better. Mom stayed with him all day. She held
him and I stood on the back of the couch and watched. Then Mom cried and told Dad he had died. I never saw Mom cry so much.
They buried Barney in the backyard. I miss Barney. I used to call for him, but Mom would say he was gone. He was a good
friend.
Next came Reggae and Telly
Our last friend is Max.
So that is the fun birds that have entered my life over the past 5 years. There are some great people too. Check back and I will tell you about them!
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