The Tall One is still not feeling well, so she stayed home today, even though it's the first day of her routine and she should be leaving early. She says the place she goes to is called work, but I don't really believe her. Her job is to take care of me, that's the only work she should be concerned about. Anyway, that place will have to do without her today, because I can tell she is still miserable. She coughs and sneezes a lot, and she is really tired.
For Miss Prissy and me, that's a good thing, because it means that the cage door is open whenever the Tall One is awake and on the soft thing she calls a couch. I took the opportunity to climb behind the cage. At first, I ripped up all the newspaper the Tall One had placed underneath the cage. Once it was all gone, I did not really know what to do, because all that was left was the wooden cabinet our cage sits on, but then I started tapping it with my beak. It was a lot of fun, because it sounded hollow and made a lot of noise. I like noise! The Tall One told me I sounded like a woodpecker, but it did not seem to bother her much, because she did not stop me. Maybe she was glad I was leaving the papers on her desk and the rubber cords that come out of the wall alone.
I wonder if she'll stay home tomorrow, too. Maybe I should e-mail that place she calls work and tell them they can't have her. Her work is to take care of me so I can play outside the cage all day.
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Now you're talking!! This "work" thing is for the birds (no offense meant!). I can't see any benefit from it at all.
I hope your Tall One feels better soon. My Mom was sick too and stayed home two whole days. We kept her busy picking up after us so she wouldn't be bored. I'm sure your woodpecker routine will help her get better soon.
T-man
Yes, it's important to keep the humans busy. Miss Prissy and I throw birdseed out of the cage for the Tall One so she has something to pick up.
You are right about the "work" thing, too. I don't know why they do it. The Tall One tried to explain that she has to work so we have birdseed, but that makes no sense at all. Every human I ever met has access to birdseed. I think she goes to that work place to feel important.
One time, she said she was bringing "work" home. I was all excited to see what it would look like, but it was just some papers, and she did not seem very happy about them. So I tried to help her by shredding them, but she did not want me to do that. What else is paper good for but for shredding?
I'm telling you, these humans are strange creatures.
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