The most horrifying sound a bird owner can hear is the absence of noise.
Nothing good ever came of silent parrots.
Second to that is the sound of crunching paper.
You probably know what it’s like: It’s fairly quiet, and you’re already kind of listening up. It’s then you hear a faint, tell-tale rustle. Whip around and look, and the bird’s probably shredding the lampshade with alarming speed, or those documents that you thought you put out of his reach – all whilst wearing the cheeky look that tells you he’s judging exactly how many more bites he can get in before you intervene.
Ptak just got a new toy: coconut, wooden blocks, and braided material (not sure what). When he chews the braids, it rustles and sounds precisely like the lampshade being reduced to tiny paper shreds. My heart drops a little every time, and I look over, primed to extract a certain parrotlet – only to remember his new toy. He definitely loves it.
Mishka is currently enjoying a little wooden block with an almond tucked in it – much less alarming.
Speaking of Mishka, do a quick comparison:
Yup, it’s the same bird. But… Mishka is almost certainly a boy. That means that all our birds are male – Pip is too, actually, although she (like Mishka) was sold to us as a female. One day Pip started singing, revealing the truth. Whoops. We decided we’d call ‘her’ a female anyway. Why not? She’s not offended.
Speak of the Pip, here she is, enjoying her new toys:
Finally, Ptak, unable to choose his favourite goody and so flitting between them all:
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