Monday, March 5, 2012

Perry the Parakeet

OH, my bad. I misspelled his name. I've been informed that his name is spelled "Peary", like the fruit.

This poor bird. He does not belong to me in any way. Brendan takes full responsibility for him. Feeding him, cleaning his cage, and pestering the poor thing constantly. I have bit my tongue a LOT and allowed him to love his little bird just the way he wants. Just because it is annoying to  me doesn't mean the bird minds so much. And due to Brendan's persistence, Peary is becoming quite tame. All three boys have taken to trying to "train" him and Easton often asks Brendan if he can hold him. The other day Easton comes out of the back room just walking along all proud of himself with a little bird on his shoulder. I don't even know if he just helped himself or if Brendan put him there.  I'm starting to think that little bird kinda likes all the attention.


Rachel said...

Oh. My. Gosh! That is the cutest thing I have ever seen!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

So cute!!!! The kid and the bird! The Great Marshmellow is coming to see you very soon.

Anonymous said...

Looks like fishing flies to me.
Uncle Bubba