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June 01, 2010

THE LIFE OF A PARROT

It can get lonely.

(Thanks to Mr. Ron Ungerman)

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Boffins. Takin' one for the team!

"Do call when the chick has hatched."

Our pet parakeet, BB (for Brigitte Bardot-it was a while back) was put in the dining room, where people only passed by-but rarely stopped. We found her apparently unhurt but dead on her back one day.
We always thought she died of loneliness and a broken heart after her "family" stopped paying attention.
I have not, and will not, have another bird as a pet. It is cruel.
Instead, we offer them food in the winter. That way we can admire their beauty and they can come or go as they wish.

That parrot crys out for a pirate's shoulder.

Rough parrot sex porn.

Poly wants a crack.

I wish I had a pound for every time that Stephen Fry has been shagged by a rare parrot.

Birds of a feather flonk together.

bonmot, that parrot cries out for a pirate's wench!

Monty Python should sue.

It's a good thing this parrot is immortalized on YouTube before it passes on, is no more, and ceases to be, etc. etc.

Douglas Adams would be deeply impressed. He and Dr. Carwardine first went on explorations together seeking to find nearly extinct species in the wild (including, unsuccessfully that time, the kakapo), and wrote the book Last Chance To See together. They also pursued the blind Yangtze River dolphin, the aye-aye, the white rhino, and a couple of other species.

*Pictures Mark Carwardine with a white rhino. Ouch.*

Although mainly an account of scientific adventure, it is often delightfully funny, and the book contains one of the most hilarious passages ever, as noted in the Wikipedia entry about the book:

Later editions of the book had two lines of a humorous exchange deleted from the end of the interview with Doctor Struan Sutherland, an Australian venomous-reptiles expert, in the chapter on their trip to Indonesia to see the Komodo dragon ("Here Be Chickens"). The reason for the deletion is unknown. Earlier editions had the exchange ending with Adams asking the expert whether there were any venomous creatures he liked, and the expert replying, "There was, but she left me."

I am fortunate to have the edition that contains that passage, and an audiotape of Adams reading it. Absolutely priceless.

Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds," as remade by Howard Stern.

Snork.

thanks for the sermon steve, i feel truly penitent. i have kept (at one point in time or another) a cockatoo, a mynah, dozens of budgies, and i still have an aviary full of finches.

none of then died of lonliness, although i once saw an adult finch peck a juvenile finch to death. guess i shoulda preached at it...

No wonder it's endangered - it doesn't know a bird from a brit. What a dodo.

There are only about 100 of these parrots left in the world - they're nearly extinct. Chances are he may not have seen a female before. Anyway, regular readers of the blog will be well aware of the range of, er, items that men will try to have sex with, so why should a parrot be any different?

Adds a whole new meaning to having your head screwed on.

Bird brain!

Is that hair gel?

Be very thankful it was not a bald eagle. eww..

'e was pinin for the fjords.......

No sermon intended, just a reminder that even our pets need interaction and company.
I get well and truly irritated at my daughter's dogs, which we're keeping temporarily. That doesn't stop me from giving them lots of petting and attention. They, for whatever reason, believe I am the alpha-dog. Ignoring them would hurt them in ways I can't fathom.

Digging through my Dave Barry memory vault (which seems to occupy a good portion of my brain), do I not recall a Serious Scientist who donned a (very) "special hat" to secure the, errm, seed of a...falcon? Is that correct?

In any event, that situation was a clear seduction; whereas today's video is a thrilling moment of spontaneous forbidden trans-species parrot lust. Love it!

(p.s. no mentions yet of tiny cigarettes?)

As a sign of affection, my wife's bird wanted to barf on me. The macaws, cockatoos, and conures were fun. Cockateils too.

Tastes like chicken.

@betsy - I remember the story. The fellow had a special hat for peregrine falcons to mate with so scientists could collect the sperm (sick bastids), and he wore a dead serious expression while the bird was getting busy. Some googling tells me the man was William Heidrich of Cornell University, but I can't find that picture.

Ha - actually, several men wore "the hat", but the picture I remember was of ornithologist Dan Konkel. Scroll down on this page for his picture

peregrine hump hat

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