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May 12th, 2009
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Ooos a pretty boy, den?

Can a parrot
Eat a carrot
Standing on its head

If I did that
My mum would send
me straight upstairs to bed!

Spike Milligan

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Date:May 12th, 2009 12:10 pm (UTC)
I want one! Actually, we have them in London too - I saw some flying around the grounds at Hampton Court.
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Date:May 12th, 2009 10:28 pm (UTC)
I don't know that I'd want a pet one, but it's very nice to have them visit.
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Date:May 12th, 2009 12:20 pm (UTC)

I Met This Parrot Once...

There's this place not far from teh Ranch. These days it is more well known as an amusement park, back then it was much more what the name implies: Busch Gardens in Tampa. Quite a bit more of a botanical garden then, and also hosted a lot of different birds which were long-lived species and been 'domesticated.' One of my mates pursuing a Biology major went down there periodically on a research project she helped her professor with (read: slave-labour student) and invited me along for some of the rides. What we would do after the work finished we shall leave as an exercise for the other students.

So there were lots of parrots there. One, in particular, she told me the groundskeepers told her they never put out in public. Never. Because of the manner that parrot would answer a classic, cliche question for parrots. Ask that parrot 'Polly want a cracker?'

And it would proceed to inform you in explicit, blue, anatomically correct language exactly what one could do with that cracker, where one could place it that the sun does not shine and how to execute the insertion...

Parrot had been a long-term companion of a merchant marine sailor.
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Date:May 12th, 2009 10:19 pm (UTC)

Re: I Met This Parrot Once...

I'm guessing that parrot had the words "cram" and "sideways" in its vocabulary.
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