My Conversations with My Birds

I am alone with  my birds. They watch every move I make, sing beautiful songs of jubilation upon seeing me, and even beg me for attention and love. In my loneliness, I have started discussing serious issues with Kenji, my African Grey. He usually just stares at me, or shakes his red tail. Occassionally he will say, “Okay!”, and continue giving me the “eye” - glaring at me to see what my next move will be. He shakes his head no when he tastes things he doesn’t like. I gave him some garlic and onions today, as I was cooking myself some Chicken Korma Curry, and he enjoyed it - though refused to taste it a second time.

I was telling him about “Rafa’ Yadayn”  today. He didn’t seem to amused, though he listened attentively. I now understand why some intellectual women prefer birds to their husbands. They listen attentively - and I’m referring to the birds.

As I was washing the dishes, clearly a job for women, my green-cheek conure came up and attacked my foot. OUCH! My big toe is still swollen! The next time he tried, I decided to play the game with him. He was fast, but I overcame him speed - for I am faster than lightening, quicker than Batman, and slower than my green cheek conure Habibi who nailed my foot once more! So, why does he attack my foot? I’m not sure but I think he likes the game and attention. We played 10 times at least - it was fun! If I had my camera I would tape it, but my wife in her overzelousness to take pictures of California, stole my only digital camera! So for now you will have to imagine Abul Layth being chased by a little green cheek conure around the kitchen.

They are my friends. Beautiful and oh so full of energy!