These are a monk parrots.
There are flocks of them wild in New Orleans, and I was pretty excited when I decided to buy this house and a huge flock of them descended to greet me.
When Ziggy i moved in, she was excited, too. Which she demonstrated by her usual behavior with birds - bark belligerently and chase them. She got into it with one in particular, just as she did with a crow. Not physically because of course Ziggy cannot fly, but she was ticked off and the parrot was ticked off and they were shouting at each other. I noted this on FAcebook and a friend who has one as a pet said, "I pity Ziggy if she chooses to make war with a monk parrot. They are very smart and they will win."
Time passes, and this morning I was excited when a flock was on the block over and there were all these green feather flying past me. "Look, Ziggy! Parakeets!" She looked and quickly averted her gaze. She got quiet and refused to acknowledge that they were even there, walking on nervously.
I don't know what happened sometime when Ziggy was in the backyard without me, but clearly something did, and Ziggy has learned her place is below monk parrots.
I'm also astounded at how they can train her so much better than I or any other human can.
There are flocks of them wild in New Orleans, and I was pretty excited when I decided to buy this house and a huge flock of them descended to greet me.
When Ziggy i moved in, she was excited, too. Which she demonstrated by her usual behavior with birds - bark belligerently and chase them. She got into it with one in particular, just as she did with a crow. Not physically because of course Ziggy cannot fly, but she was ticked off and the parrot was ticked off and they were shouting at each other. I noted this on FAcebook and a friend who has one as a pet said, "I pity Ziggy if she chooses to make war with a monk parrot. They are very smart and they will win."
Time passes, and this morning I was excited when a flock was on the block over and there were all these green feather flying past me. "Look, Ziggy! Parakeets!" She looked and quickly averted her gaze. She got quiet and refused to acknowledge that they were even there, walking on nervously.
I don't know what happened sometime when Ziggy was in the backyard without me, but clearly something did, and Ziggy has learned her place is below monk parrots.
I'm also astounded at how they can train her so much better than I or any other human can.
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