Charli

a.k.a The Boss of this family

Hi. Hello. Goeie dag. Molo. Guten Tag. My name is Charli. I am four years old.  I am a Meyers parrot. Mom says I have the biggest mouth in the family, even though I don’t say much. This fluff ball mom has in her arms' story will be up in a few days.

I love flying around the lounge, eating nuts, exploring all the spots where I am not allowed, chewing, eating, whistling, dancing, playing with my toys, chasing Mobi’s tail (his my other brother from another mother - you will see his story up in a few days) and giving Mom kisses. I am a super watch-parrot.

We are known to have the motto, “I go with the flow.” We are social birds and tend to bond with everyone in the family, unlike other species that may prefer one human to another. We aren't known as a cuddle-bug, we are affectionate and love being handled and scratched on the head and neck.

You should hear me raise the alarm when there is a cat in the garden. I am really, really good at that. I hate Mom’s toes and will try and bite them whenever I get the chance. Mobi will say that he is in charge, but it really is me. I can make Mom run at the speed of light.

 

I hate showers. Hate them. Mom had two birdies before I came to stay. When her boy Pesto passed over the rainbow bridge, Dudley, the other birdie, became very depressed. The doctor vet told mom to get Dudley a friend.

Mom came to visit my first house one day. My brothers and sister were very rude to her. My brother even bit her! I liked her from the beginning and when she came back the next week, I climbed on her shoulder and started nibbling on her ear and her eyebrow. That’s how I chose her.

Mom loves birds and always says that Emily Dickinson told her:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops -at all-
And sweetest – in the Gale- is heard-
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest Sea-
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.