Humans provide me with an endless source of entertainment. In fact, I find them rather comical because they like to believe that they are bright and intelligent and in control of everything, when in fact, the opposite is so often true. And their flaws and failings mean that they are certainly not the happiest of God’s creatures here on Earth. And I guess that we parrots simply have to put up with them and try to do our best to humour them. Parrots, on the other hand, are usua

Humans like to build their own flying machines because God never gave them their own set of wings. And not content with their metal ‘aeroplanes,’ they’ve even gone so far as build their own rockets and to launch them into space. In fact, right now, -even as I tap away on the keyboard with my beak, -there’s a bunch of humans up there on a mission to the moon. Well, I say each to their own. Personally, I wouldn’t be that bothered about making a half million-mile return trip to

Being the refined, cultured bird that I am, I’ve learnt to appreciate the finer things in life including bone china. And if I find a piece of bone china lying around in the kitchen, I usually give it a tap with my beak to see if it gives off a good ring. And I’ve come to learn that if I don’t get the ringing sound, it usually means that it has a chip or a crack somewhere. And here in the West, humans get quite upset if their china becomes imperfect or damaged. It’s a differen