Beginnings
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I was sitting at my computer working on emails when I heard the scuff, scuff, scuff of nails on the plastic mat under my chair. I hear a “hellooooo” coming from the general vicinity of my feet. I look down to see a little grey head staring up at me. Once Philip mastered his ladder,
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A few months ago I taught Philip a new phrase. It was a simple one: “wanna come?” I would say it to him in the evening after supper when I was ready to take him with me to the office. The office is his favorite room in the whole house, so he was always willing
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I have never had children, but they say that having a parrot is the next closest thing. Based on my experience, I am inclined to think that the survival of the Mom in the first year is a greater miracle than the survival of the child. It brings to mind the cartoon of the happy,
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My friend and I always used to joke that Muffin didn’t know she was a bird. At dinner time, my friend and I would sit at our spots at the table, and Muffin would sit at hers – well, ON the table, with her own plate of food. She was so acclimated to our world
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“Sally”, as we shall call her, began making regular appearances at Omar’s shortly after I purchased Philip. I would often arrive in the evening or weekends to find her by his stand, playing with or holding him. At the time, I think that Philip was the only African Grey baby on the floor. Omar’s has
Beyond the Horizon 