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Parrot 1 - Human 0

It is almost Parrolito´s 8-month hatchday so I thought we could take stock of life so far, let´s see:

We eat mostly parrot food. We sleep parrot hours. We hang out with parrot-friendly faces. Rather than him learning human words, I am learning the different chirps and what the "flight face" looks like (useful for catching the thing before it takes off in moth-like flight). We don´t like hands. We don´t like baths. We don´t like the color of the old dinner table, so we sold it on Craigslist. I would say taming is going really well.

Let me rephrase that: Parrot 17 - Human 0. You win.

Having an Angry Bird

Way back in high school in some other country, we were learning the verb "to fling" in English. In our adolescent amusement over nothing at all, we decided we could say "I fling a bird" every time we were asked to use it in a sentence. The teacher, exasperated by our attempts to derail her (fake) serenity, eventually let it be. Crazy always wins.

Little did we know that flinging birds would one day become an option: I rock at Angry Birds. I like birds; I know what the verb "to fling" means; I like flinging virtual things. It´s a winning combination. Angry Birds became an integral part of the mental preparation to get a parrotlet, although I spend most of my mornings trying to catch the thing instead. And the thing is generally angry. There will be wing re-clipping happening very soon.