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Monday, September 23, 2013
The Parakeet Has Expressed his Wants
Well, I put dinner in the crockpot (I’m going into the city in a couple of hours), and started to work at my desk, but finally gave up and went to the grocery store to buy a bag of the cheap bird food for Taxi the parakeet, who has not been eating from his seed cup, at least not in front of me, since I bought the expensive stuff with little tiny chunks of dried fruit. He eats what I’m eating, and I’m convinced he’s been eating the seed when I’m not looking, because it’s been three days!
Anyhow, I just emptied his cup and put in the plain millet or whatever it is, and he immediately leaped to the seed perch and started chowing down. The little jerk. What am I going to do with the expensive seed? Try to slip it to him, or just throw it out? Probably the latter.
I’m feeling the flip side effects of communication with animals. In this case, the parakeet has made his point.