It’s almost Christmas Day! My owner’s got all of the Christmas lights up, and I’ve got my very own “parrot grotto” effect over my side of the kitchen. I absolutely love it! There’s a feeling of anticipation building in the house amongst all the humans that live here. And the radio is blurting out all kinds of Christmas songs and carols. In fact, I’ve just heard Andy William’s singing “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” But I wonder how many humans truly believe that?
As we get ever closer to Christmas Day, humans are thinking more and more about gifts. Because at Christmas time, they have a tradition of giving one another presents. And I usually get something too. It might be an irresistible parrot treat, or something for me to chew up and destroy. So, Christmas is a time of giving. But what about the receiving part? How easy do we find it to accept the gifts of others? And are we even grateful that somebody’s thought of us?......... A wi
It started off as a normal morning. It was a murky day outside. I was busy preening on a perch next to the kitchen window, and my owner was sitting at the table right next to me, eating his breakfast and listening to the radio. When, suddenly, I let out a loud shriek of panic and fell to the ground. My owner was a bit slow to react, thinking that I’d simply slipped off my perch. He casually turned to look, and then his eyes came face to face with those of a large female Sparr
Something I’ve noticed about humans is their ability to achieve remarkable things when everything seems to be stacked against them. To turn adversity into triumph. Hopelessness into jubilation. Desperation into positivity. I’ve seen it amongst explorers and sports stars and football teams. And I’ve also seen it amongst humans caught in the midst of a personal crisis. Amongst those who have received a diagnosis of terminal cancer, and those who have lost a loved one in a tragi