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| I am Natasha's mother, "Otternot"
and am sad to tell yu that Natasha left us because of a terminal illness
two years ago. We have a replacement bird that will tell you about
himself at a later date. What are you doing, doing? My name is Natasha
and I am an Eclectis Parrott from Western Australia. I like to make
certain that you know exactly what I am saying or where I am coming
from, so I usually repeat the last word of my sentence. That precise
way of talking comes from my Austrailian background. I say what I
mean and mean what I say!! Unlike my sister, Chula, who just talks
on and on. I was born in February 1999 and my folks got me 2001. I
am a female and like men more than women. Nothing wrong with that,
is there? I am especially fond of my Daddy, Trucker Jim. I tolerate
Mommy or Otternot. I like her better than I used to, but really prefer
Dad. I don't whistle or talk as much as my sister Chula, but I speak
quite well and am adament in letting you know exactly what I want.
One of my main buddies, next to Dad, is my brother Skip. When he was
a baby, it was my job to watch his every move and I soon learned that
he had to be told when to get outside, which I tell him whenever I
deem necessary. I love to eat and like people food as well as my fruits,
nuts and vegetables. When I was first adopted, we lived in Texas and
I was pretty limited on what I saw. When I got to get out of my cage,
I was usually stuck with my sister on the same perch and let me tell
you , she is one mean "b" word. And that "b" doesn't necessarily stand
for "bird." One of the best things I got to do when I did get out
is drink crushed ice or pepsi cola. I think I was addicted. They talked
about sending me to "PA" (Pepsi Anonymous") but instead we moved to
Washington State. I don't get out as often, but they put my house
close to a window so I can see out and put Chula where I can keep
an eye on her. Also, I am close to the kitchen and I can easily see
what Mommy is cooking. When I want something really good, I stick
my foot out and say "Hi" in my most seductive voice. Most times I
get something too. I'm especially fond of buttered french bread. Mmmmm-Mmmmmm
good.! I can get on the top rung of the ladder and watch Mom cook.
The other day she was making something called Zuchini Bread and turned
the beater on with no liquid in the bowl. What a mess she made. Both
of us were covered in flour and I let her know how unhappy I was too.
Do you know how hard it is to get white flour off a pretty burgandy
wing? Not pleasant, I will tell you that for sure. But she made it
up to me, so that was good. Here in Washington, I can also see outside
and I really think that is groovy. It has opened up a whole new world
to me. If you want more stories about me, just write to Otternot or
Trucker Jim. Like all good parents, they like to brag!!!
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