KEITH BUTT, HER Vet, said "wrap him up in an old t.shirt and take him to bed"!

I know, Dear Readers.. it is quite a startling title for today's post but the Tale is very cute and explains all about cuddley-buddley underneath the quilt..

One day, loong ago, SHE had a horrid head cold and realised, with horror, that HER much belurved Dagga-the-Parrot had caught it from HER.. HE was standing on top of cage looking dreadfully sick and sorrowful.

SHE whisked HIM into an padded basket with a cloth on the top to keep HIM warm and hot-footed it around to Kynance Mews where HER much lurved and clever Vet, Mr. Keith Butt, had his surgery.

Keith looked at Dagga and explained to HER that a cold for a Parrot was really quite serious as WE do not have lungs, WE have air sacks and if they are infected, it is not a good thing!  He gave ole Dagga Parrot an injection and said "Take him off all dried food, feed him only wet food like buttered egg (!), fruit, bit of meat, then at night, wrap him up in an old t.shirt and take him to bed with you, he must not be cold for one instant"..

SHE paid Serena at the desk and left to go home..

Poor ole Dagga-the-Parrot.. HE was not a happy Parrot.. and come early night time HE climbed on to HER hand and did not complain when SHE draped an old t.shirt over HIS back and wrapped it around HIS tumtum.. HE did look a bit funny with HIS huge head with this very fierce-looking beak sticking out of a white cotton sausage..

SHE got into bed with HIM tucked under HER arm and settled down for the night, HE went "whawha" at HER, SHE kissed HIM on HIS beak, HIS eyes closed and HE went to sleep.. as comfy and warm and snug as a bug in a bed!

SHE.. aka 'anxious mother' was scared of crushing HIM and hardly 
slept a wink.. this went on for about ten days until SHE realised 
that HIS cold was completley gone, HIS nostrils were clear and 
HIS whistle as sharp as a razor.. 

So that night SHE got ready for bed, put ole D-the-P into his cage, 
jumped into HER bed, called out "goodnight" and turned off light..

There was less than a nanosecond of silence, then suddenly, from underneath the dark blue cloth which covered HIS cage at night, came this dreadful, growling noise that SHE had never heard ever before in HER life.. 

SHE jumped out of bed, rushed to HIS cage and tore off the cloth.. 
HE was standing with every feather raised like a dog's hackles and this dreadful noise kept on getting louder and louder!!

"What is the matter?", SHE asked and opening the cage, SHE put 
HER hand in.. HE scuttled out and ran up HER arm and onto HER 
shoulder..

Have YOU ever tried to get a Parrot off YOUR shoulder, Dear 
Readers. I know that Simon and Cornelia know what SHE is  talking about, if WE don't want to go.. WE don't.. WE jurst hang on tight!

So SHE gave up and got back into bed.. whereupon, HE snuggled 
down underneath quilt, said "whawha", shut HIS eyes and went to 
sleep.

Now YOU know how SHE knows that WE African Grey Parrots 
like suggley, cuddley-buddley times underneath quilt!

For yes, indeeedy! WE like a good cuddle on a cold and frosty morn, especially if there is a mug of Lapsang near to beak.

GeeGee Parrot.
September 24th, 2012.