I’m now 26 years old. It’s taken me a long time, but I can look back on my life and feel proud of the way I’ve trained my human owner to take care of me. In fact, you could say that he’s now my ‘human domestic.’ And here’s why… My first ‘doings’ of the day is always enormous, so I never want to do it in my cage. I’ve therefore trained my owner to place me on the tap over the sink, and I can go there. Yes, that’s become our routine first thing every morning. And then we have t

I went to church last Sunday with my owner; he was taking the service, and the congregation were kind enough to invite me along as well. And on the whole, I was very well behaved. I sat on the back of a pew and listened quietly to the whole sermon. I joined in the hymns with some whistles and squawks. And I didn’t surprise anybody by suddenly landing on their head. Of course, I can’t go anywhere without making a bit of a mess. By the end of the service, there was a small moun

A couple of weeks ago, the doorbell rang. And that’s always an exciting happening because the bell plays a tune in the kitchen where I’m based and I always do my best to join in with it! Anyway, my owner went to the door, and there before him was a man with a large bag of things that he was selling. The man thrust a license into my owner’s hands and announced that he was an ex-prisoner trying to go straight. He was selling items to raise funds so that he could do a course in

We parrots are a sociable bunch. Most of us aspire to that old adage that “birds of a feather flock together.” And it works well for us; we’re not meant to be solitary or alone, and that’s why I’ve developed such a strong bond with my owner and his family. We’re there for one another during both good times and bad. And I have to admit that along with Lucy, -the ancient Labrador, -and the two chickens outside, we form something of a special community here. And it’s when we bec