Posted Feb 24, 2014
My parents got their cockatiel a couple years before I was born. It scared me to death as a child as it would land on my head while I was trying to eat my strained carrots or whatever the baby food of the day was.
That bird loved my father (especially his big toe) and learned to imitate his pager, a variety of other sounds, specific statements, and even do a few circus tricks. Heaven forbid anyone other than my dad try to play with it though. Apparently cockatiels pick one person to like and all the others to peck at.
After my dad died, the bird took a fancy to me and life was a bit better (perhaps because I’m blonde). I never really took a liking to it as I’d been bitten and clawed a few too many times as a child. The bird was left to my mother when I went to University and it died of old age when I was 25.
Every time I’m walking outside these days and a shadow passes overhead, I duck. I’m absolutely convinced I’m going to get crapped on by the bird flying around above me. I attribute it to the fact that I never got pooped on when I had a cockatiel. That experience has left some pretty interesting residual ticks and I’m not keen to repeat it.