Yes, Dear Readers, I've been 'sarf of de river' to East Sheen and visited my veterinary surgeon. You'll be veryvery pleased to hear that there is nothing wrong with me.. pheww!
Why did I have to go to see my 'quack'? Well, since I came out of the avairy, I regret to tell you, I've been taking my clothes off.. aka plucking my feathers out. It's NOT a good look and it has caused my mama a great deal of distress.
So much that she, in a moment of being dreadfully sad, considered giving me back to my breeder.. gulp.. yes.. folks, this is why Debbie Goaty mum told her not to be so silly last Sunday and to take me to my vet.
My weight is ok, my skin is ok, my eyes are ok, my behaviour highly typical of a female parrot of my age and Matthew agreed with my breeder that I am coming up to egg laying age and I am, maybe, a bit hormonal.
So £81.95 later.. gulp.. with a tub of red palm and raspberry extract and a highly specialised avian vitamin supplement in her handbag, I popped back into my travelling ferret's cage and out we went into reception.
WHERE.. my Dear Readers.. I met Jasper. Oh.. he was only a baby, six months old, but he reminded her immediately of Dagga Parrot for he's a very large african grey indeed. My mama and his dad sat and chatted for a short while but then, of course, we had to come home.
Our parents didn't exchange names or telephone numbers, mama did tell him that I write a blog but unless he gets in touch with us through the vet, I'll never see him again.. oh, parents can be SO silly, can't they?
So there we are, he's the first boy I've met since 2006.. and I don't even know where he lives.. sigh.
GeeGee Parrot.
December 23rd, 2015.
Why did I have to go to see my 'quack'? Well, since I came out of the avairy, I regret to tell you, I've been taking my clothes off.. aka plucking my feathers out. It's NOT a good look and it has caused my mama a great deal of distress.
So much that she, in a moment of being dreadfully sad, considered giving me back to my breeder.. gulp.. yes.. folks, this is why Debbie Goaty mum told her not to be so silly last Sunday and to take me to my vet.
My weight is ok, my skin is ok, my eyes are ok, my behaviour highly typical of a female parrot of my age and Matthew agreed with my breeder that I am coming up to egg laying age and I am, maybe, a bit hormonal.
So £81.95 later.. gulp.. with a tub of red palm and raspberry extract and a highly specialised avian vitamin supplement in her handbag, I popped back into my travelling ferret's cage and out we went into reception.
WHERE.. my Dear Readers.. I met Jasper. Oh.. he was only a baby, six months old, but he reminded her immediately of Dagga Parrot for he's a very large african grey indeed. My mama and his dad sat and chatted for a short while but then, of course, we had to come home.
Our parents didn't exchange names or telephone numbers, mama did tell him that I write a blog but unless he gets in touch with us through the vet, I'll never see him again.. oh, parents can be SO silly, can't they?
So there we are, he's the first boy I've met since 2006.. and I don't even know where he lives.. sigh.
GeeGee Parrot.
December 23rd, 2015.
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