Parrot love

Moon Report: 65% full. The moon is waxing gibbous today. [I secretly like to say the word gibbous.]

So the parrots are screeching like banshees in the living room because I turned on Sesame Street for them. They love the songs and all the odd noises and are doing well by imitation. However, Linus has picked up this very weird metallic twirrr and he sounds like Wall-E and I don't know where he learned it.

Linus is in love with my sister. He says "Hi, Erin" over and over even when she is not here. Then he'll say "Come give me kisses" and makes a smooching sound. He has also taken to humping Erin's arm when she is around unless we keep him very distracted.

Gabbi is singing songs of her own invention. Sometimes I can hear fragments of Led Zeppelin and "Row, row, row your boat" and "E-I-E-I-O" as well as the theme from Oklahoma. What is nice is that she yells at the dog for me and I don't even have to bother much anymore. She tells Dobby when to sit, to go lie down, to knock it off, and to go outside.

Max is being much more sociable now that he is able to run from one couch to the other without much effort. Unfortunately he is also able to stalk you for food when wheedling and flirting isn't getting the job done. And if I have anything with cheese he'll fling himself like a velociraptor without waiting to be invited. And after nineteen years, he's learning new words too.