The Parrot has trained me
Clover is my alarm clock. One morning he didn’t screech out to me, and I was late. Every morning, if he hears the slightest movement from either me or Doug, he’ll start his screeching - “Hey, you guys are up I want out!” type of greeting. Or maybe its “Wake up lazybones!” I don’t know … So when I don’t want to officially announce that I’m awake I will try to sneak into the bathroom for my shower.
Clover likes to sing to Catie Curtis songs, while I whistle to the music, and maybe sing a verse or two. Maybe he’s trying to tell me “Your singing is driving me crazy!”, or “See, I can sing better than you!” He’ll make that hollering chimpanzee screech, which I don’t think, passes in the bird world as “a good singing voice”. Don’t tell him, he’s sensitive ;).
He’s so much a part of my life now, and its only been 2 weeks! Doug, on the other hand, needs to open up to him more, he’s a nippy bird, I’ll admit, but he’s cute, plus, he’s just a baby, and he’s using his beak on EVERYTHING!