Car trouble

Phew... What a night I've had. Martin and Michele took me in Martin's dad's car. We were going to Martin's mom and dad's, where we sometimes go on Sundays (well, they always go, but they sometimes take me too). Well, I was in my cage (which I'm not too fond of) in the car, with a cover over. All of a sudden the car started shaking and sputtering. I was frightened! Then it stopped and Michele and Martin got out to push. Martin's dad tried to start it again but it wouldn't start, but all these bad smells started coming in the car. Now, I'm a bird so I have sensitive lungs! Michele cares a lot about me, so she knows this. She dragged my cage out of the car and sat on the sidewalk with me, in the middle of Deptford! Now I trust Michele's judgement, but I was frightened. Luckily, Michele took me in a cab and left Martin and his dad to deal with the car. Soon I was warm and out of my cage, eating seeds and shredded carrot, being admired by Martin's mum and sister. All's well that ends well.

Touching is kind of nice

I found something out recently. I advise any parrots who may be reading this to try it: it's really quite nice when ones humans take their long fingers and put them on my feathers and move them around. I especially appreciate this on my neck and under my wings. Oh! And my beak. It's reeeaaalllly nice to have a finger rubbed on my beak. It makes me warm and sleepy! My humans, Michele and Martin, are more than happy to rub their fingers all over me whenever I want. Who knew? I wish I discovered this earlier! Just a tip from yours truly.