More about birds

I ran across photos of Chipper and Pepper about which I can tell a brief story. This photo on the left is most unusual. These two usually seem to go out of their way to avoid one another.

The photo on the right is a more likely scenario. Now be aware that you are looking at Pepper's cage, and that is Chipper sitting where he is not supposed to be. But Pep, despite her size, won't challenge Chip.


I want to try to describe something that happened some weeks ago. It's too bad that I didn't have a movie camera handy, but it happened so quickly that I wouldn't have had a chance, anyway.

In this last photo, you see Pepper sitting on the ladder to her cage. That is Chip's cage on the right. Now imagine that that is Chipper where you see Pepper. Pepper came along the counter on her way to her own cage. She saw Chip sitting on her ladder, and immediately backed away.


What Pep did next quite startled me. She climbed up the ladder to Chip's cage to the cage door (that's the one on the right), and then jumped over Chipper, landing on her own cage door. Psitticines are very clever birds when they want to be!

Okay, humor time:

THE IRISH PROSTITUTE

An Irish daughter had not been home for over a year. Upon her return, her Father cussed her. 'Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother thru?'

The girl, crying, replied, 'Sniff, sniff..Dad..I became a prostitute...'

'Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this Catholic family.'

'OK, Dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a $5 million savings certificate, for me little brother, this gold Rolex, and for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club.......................... (takes a breath)............. and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years Eve on board my new yacht on the Riviera and... ..'

'Hold on hold on....now what was it ye said ye had become?' says Dad.

Girl, crying again, 'Sniff, sniff....a prostitute Daddy! Sniff, sniff.'

'Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old Dad a hug.