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Guess where I am?

I was always fascinated by interesting things of a black color as the macabre darkness behind
cupboards, the darkness in a slightly opened wardrobes and so on...
And once being on such tour at thetop of the cupboard which was as big as three tenis courts for parrots, I found it! The old paper suitcase... An old black suitcase covered in dust made of a hard carton.
The secrets are my hobby, well,what else can such a small creature like me do in an unknown environment... No one prevented me of dealing wiht this secret. It was a hard work to decide which plan would be the best. The classical way of biting material through seemed to be the best choice.
I tell you it took me not days but weeks to bite through the door because of the suitcase was made by an old high quality technique. Thanks Lord for my size so it was less work to do the entry. Then I began to search the inside of the suitcase which seemed to be not used for ages. I was fascinated by the gloomy darkness. I learned from the bats how to find out whether there is something in or not. But sometimes this technique doesn't work as my body doesn't have all those important devices as the bat's has.
My first nonbrave attempts of producing some sounds ended up not far from me what me and that the suitcase was inhabited.But who would survive being locked in such a long time?!

I was noticed by my masters. They were making the fun of me for while and then at one beautiful day they took the suitcase down. They let me down.... As I was watching what's going to happen the master opened the secret room and threw all the chess figures out of it! All Saint Cockatiels and Cockatoos! What an afford for such a silly wooden figures! But to my surprise the master put them all into some trainer bag which he put into the cupboard then. And what's going to happen with the suitcase? It's already worthless for them because the socks would fall out of it ... The master brought big knife...
It scared me ... it wasn't a crocodile skin suitcase at all to sentence me to death! The master took the knife and...
...cut out an entry at the same place where I was trying to bite through it. Then he put the suitcase at the same place as before - on the cupboard.
I didn't know whether it is a trapor not so I pretended I'm not interested in that old chess-figure-keeper anymore. The next day I visited the secret place again. When I entered the suitcase I was surrounded by such a velvet darkness that would be possible to cut off a piece out of it. I like these places! Believing being there on my own I started my concert using all my skills I ever gained starting with the kissing sounds and ending with a cock-a-doodle-doos. Suddenly...I heard someone laughing! I got out and see what?! My masters were bursting in laugh so painfully that they were holding their stomach and tears were falling down on their faces. What a funny creatures! Well, even a suitcase needs a company no matter it's old or new, doesn't it? My friendship with suitcase lasted longer. It gave very appreciated secret darkness andI told him about eveyrthing I learnt, about all my explorations.
Once came a day when the people decided to move and they threw the old suitcase away - between the unimportant things.

Not them but I was really sad....

I had enough of all those experiences with different room items such as the cupboards, the tables, the bookcases, the door and other strange human inventions. But maybe I don't have enough skill, I always do something what makes others laughing at me. But then I make them to worry when they are searching the room to find me, thinking I vanished ...
The same as last time ...

Not long ago, according to the human calendar, when I, as usually, got out of my cage later - because my master didn't go to work and didn't have to wake me up violently around half six. I was sitting on my beech-dwelling branch (recently I swapped for the cherry one as it tastes much better than the beech one) and I watched my master getting ready for seeing the doctor.
(Humans are funny creatures indeed. Because they don't have the feathers it takes them ages in the morning to put all those funny coloured bits and pieces on - not to show their original skincolour)
After that I had plenty of time for discovering the old as well as purely new corners in the room at the size approx. 4x3 metres. But due to my size I felt like Gulliver. Because of my age I sometimes miss the place where I originally wanted to land. But it still isn't that lifethreating as one might think. Once I wanted to sit on huge yellow furcoated teddy whose foot is big
enough to put even my tail on and not to balance. So I got ready for the take off, measured the distance to the cupboard where the teddy was sitting and did it ... but what happened ? I got the measurement, wrong and my poor body ended up behind the cupboard, captured between the wooden-splinter materials, which appeared to me as laughing at me and surrounding me as a skyscraper. But I maintained a selfcontrol and surveyed the place. The walldrawer on the left was a barrier - too close to the wall. The one on the right is unpassable because of the table legs. Well, too bad ...
So I sat there waiting. From time to time I walked on the carped so I avoided my legs getting frozen. While doing so I suddenly heard a familiar voice ... VOW!!! My mastress is coming to rescue me! I started to utter the ugliest sounds I possibly could. It worked! Swearing, she opened the door, threatening to rip all my feathers out if I won't stop and then she shut the door. I remained silent fearing she really meant it.
She came back in five minutes whistling, trying to find me in my cage or at surrounding places where I used to sit. Unbelievable, she couldn't find me ... She called for some extra brains thinking there is something wrong with her sight but both of them failed so it was about the time to look behind the cupboard. I'll tell you, I've never been more pleased to see my mastresses face than at that time! She took away the legs from the cupboard and I tripped out to her leg to which I happily whistled some tune which learnt me a man with a poor musical background.
Both of them started to laugh and remained like that for long although I really don't know what's funny about parrot's misfortune. As I said, funny creatures indeed ...

Even us, the parrots, get
sometimes ill and I get illness or I frightened my masters especially during the week ends. I don't do it purposly, because you can't pretend it - at least it isn't worth it because once someone finds out you aren't trusted anymore.
My first vet visit wasn't that interesting as the second one. It was quite scarry. It all started when Skipka got ill and the nasty bacillus payed my body a personal visit.I felt sick, I couldn't eat, drink and till Skipka noticed it I was completely done and it looked like I'm not going to survive untill the next morning.
She started to panic because as usually no one else was at home during the week end -except us two - the patients. So Skipka couldn't take me to the vet. But she's very clever and she called him but he suggested her to come and bring me in a box to his surgery. At the end Skippy and her mum tucked me into an old shoe box, put into a big carrying bag - serving as a transport. I felt terribly and squeezed I heard funny noises coming from outside which I've never heard before. My temporary dwelling place was moving from side to side as if swimming. Fortunately, I don't tend to be seasick!
After some tenths of minutes it stopped and I felt to be taken out from the carrying box. After they took of the box bid I flew out and sat as highest as possible - to survey the new place. I didn't like it at all because of the testing tubes andmany strange equipment laying everywhere. But the most strangest was the man in a white coat ... what is he doing here?! ... He wanted me! After his first words, hard to distinguish, I realised that it's going to be a fun. We started to chase after each other around the room....
Better said he chased me and because of my illness I had to give up - he caught me with an
oldfashionable cover - the same which my masters used to catch me with when putting me into my cage years ago. How humiliating! Hard to bear for parrot!
Then the strange man took me taking a close look at me approaching his strange tool reflecting the surrays - I was scared to death... and I started to shout as if someone was ripping my feathers out! But he carried on and injected something into my poor body and put me back into the box.
Awfull experience! The box was moving side to side again and after the bid was taken away me and my master exchanged some terrified looks. I've never liked seeing her like this!
I put up with everything except the awful medicine injected by my master into my body for two weeks - it was bitter and disgusting, eaak !

Building the floorhouses has got a great advantage which you have already probably noticed. The children and the pets screaming spreads perfectly in terms of accustics. And I have also once tried i t on.
Now, I want to tell you something about it.

When we were living in our old flat near a big crossroad, my innocent scream didn't give much sense to my neighbours because they couldn't hear me properly. I really had made a lunge afford so they payed enough attention to my existence. And when we moved on the hill they were suddenly asking me to shut up and stop interrupting them. Funny ... they never know what they want in fact ...

One day when I was making a great noise they felt sorry for me and took me to the balcony because of the nice weather. Peeping, I checked the new place because although the cage is a safe place but it was much better outside.
My masters were sitting on chairs drinking some liquid and I could at least enjoy their companionship although they didn't give me anything special. I was satisfied to be with them soI started to cock-a-doodle-doo-ing and showing off what caused the nextdoor neighbours to whistle back - to support me. I quite enjoyed it so I went through my whole music menu. I sounded beautifully and the people of the surrounding houses started to stick their heads out of the windows searching where did the noise come from.

But, shortly after that my masters went inside the room and left me at the balcony on my own. I was fighting with an idea of using my throat to utter some nasty parrot's noise. So.. I tried it on... The window shaked, as the sound spread probably faster than light, because my masters run to me and took me inside to my original place.

Since then I've never been at the balcony again ...

I'm sure you think it might be the dogs. My feather stucks up when I imagine the strange animal sweating with its tongue and laughing with its tail. If my mastress showed me them earlier this meeting could end up differently.
First time I met a dog - it was a black pudel - fortunately I was sitting on my dwelling branch in my cage. First time in my life I was happy to sit inside it and not being outside...
The cage placed on a very small cupboard didn't give the real feeling of safety but still better than nothing. The black curled pudel with his tongue sticking out was staring at me as if he wanted to swallow me at once and his terrifying black curls were too much for me and in order to survive ... I fainted!
Fortunately, my mastress keeps her eyes everywhere (well, nearly everywhere.. But I must admit that since all those struggles she had with me she keeps watching my movements all the time.) And she quickly dragged the black creature out of the room. My plan worked although I couldn't keep secret the fact that i was really terrified.
My crest didn't act in my favour and it stuck up as a saluting soldier before an important battle, well, never mind... This time my feathers remained at their original place without a single los - I counted them while in a shock!

The second meeting was with a rattle female dog (maybe she was attracted to me). She entered the room through slightly opened door and I , in a great fear, forgot to fly away to my startegic place in front of my cage. The dog decided to play with me and it took my longest part of my body - the root of my tail and the tail on its own - and feeling happy it bited me. Feeling "happy" I was "speechless" and was only able to shout - well, my life was under a threat!
My mastress heard me and threw a fish on the floor next to the dog. She didn't try to persuade the dog with stupid commands such as "Leave it!" - she just went straight into the action - like in an action thrillen - and started to throttle the dog! Surprisingly, it preffered more to breath than to swallow me so she dropped me. I survived, don't ask me how!...
When I finally came back to life after such an adventure, carefully surviving parts of my bitten body, my bloodpressure increased even more when I intented to pinch the dog's eyes (which dissapeared assuming her unwanted presence) - because my parrots' pride -15 centimetre long tail was GONE! - well, not absolutely it was lying on the carpet and some of it remained between the dogs teeth. A real Armageddon! A parrot without a tail ! . .. I felt really humiliated... what's more... my take offs and landings were a bit funny. If you don't know it yet, but a tail is my navigating device. What happened was that the landing at my best place took longer or it was more painful than before. I landed as a pancake on a wall above the door. - I missed the cage but succeeded in the emergency landing on a curtain.
Although my masters wondered, they quickly realised that it isn't very polite to laugh at someone's misfortunate.
Since then I'm highly observing - like a dog (uff, what a sarcasm!) and if I hear a little sound of these animals I fly the highest I can observing what is going to happen. My masters sometimes look after a next door neighbours' female dog called Axa and although I'm happy to see her - if the opposite sex is attractive enough - I don't like to take any risk anymore.

Well, not to say but Ilike everything what is eatable, even ham or similar cooked stuff. When I was younger and didn't know what is a plate and that something there is liquid and hot I jumped there right away. Now I am clever and I turned my habits, I try delicious dishes and cakes just from the outside. But the best for me are seeds of course even you must try harder to get them from peel.

I am cuddling, enough of talking ...

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Our dearest Chicho passed away today ... it hurts so much ...

May 12, 2004
RIP
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