#parokeets

[paulpingminho]

[greenun0reversecard]

TO CATFISH OR TO NOT CATFISH

(Series summary)

SO THERES THIS ONE WHERE GIRL HER NAME IS ROSE, AND SHES STUNNIN BUT SHE BECOMES A ONLINE 14 YEAR OLD TO STOP CAT FISHING FOR GUYS OVER 40 ROMANTICALLY WAY, ANYWAY SHES LIKE 21 AND OFC ADDING IN DADDY ISSUES CUZ I HAVE THEM BUT SHE FALLS FOR THIS OLDER GUY THATS LIKE 30, AS A CO WORKER FOR THE COPS SO AND THOSE 2 MEET AND HES A CAPTIAN OF THE POLICE TEAM BUT THEY TEAM UP BUT ROSE RIGHT? SHE ALSO IS AFRIAD OF BIRDS CUZ MAGPIES HAS GIVEN HER TRAUMA TOO AND HE HAS A PAROKEET AND BRINGS HER HOME FOR COFFEE AND IT SCARES THE SHIT OUTTA HER ALSO THE DUDES NAME IS JOHN IK VERY BASIC BUT THATS A SUMARRY OF IT

[mythosblogging]

The parrot is associated with Kamadeva, the Hindu god of love. 

It is thought that this is because their bright colouring represents fertility - the red of their beak representing the earth before rain and the green representing new growth after rain. Kama is also associated with spring, and one of the gods associated with the Hindu festival Holi, which takes place in March.

[smolteabirb]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. 💖

Sorry for the late reply, it always takes me forever to think of these facts, I know Nothing about myself 😭

1. I never learned how to ride a bike 🤷‍♀️

2. Idk how to swim, or at least there is no way for me to check, since I haven't gone swimming for over 3 years 😢

3. I love birds, I'd like to have a pet parokeet/cockatiel one day 🦜

Thanks again for the ask 😅💕

[lacqueredbits]

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[rachelhannahlevy]

I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.

[pink-spaceturtle5]

When a parokeet flies, it's called a paroyeet

[astrangershandwriting]

A Broken Thing

A short-story about fluid states of being, written for #AggressivelyArospectacular over at @aggressivelyarospec.

Also available as a free pdf on Payhip.

“There is a music in her like a broken thing.”

Ulysses adjusts their goggles and shifts their weight slightly on their feet. The ground under them is raspy, to prevent someone from slipping. The sensation could be uncomfortable but feels to them like the itchy blanket someone has gotten used to sleeping with. They take a deep breath.

Their body draws taut like a bow, then is released. Ulysses fly through the air like an arrow let loose, focused on a destination. They fly through the air like only something focused can. They are a bird of prey now, far away from the domesticated parokeet of usual. They are no longer the circus freak, the bird one shows their friends to impress them with the tricks it knows. They are a hunter, something scary, raw and fierce. They are the uncontrolable, the power.

Ulysses is conscious of each of their muscle as they keep flying. Their body is glorious, a perfectly tuned machine on its way to splendour. Their body is what they make of it, an instrument, a channel of the purest desire : that upon which their eyes are fixed.

Ulysses breathes. It is a genial breath, that flows through their body like strong liquor, burning & healing. It is the breath of a phoenix, destruction and rebirth, something desperate and powerful, the last cry of something that knows it is not meant to last but not meant to die.

Gaïa takes off her glasses and starts wiping them on her shirt. For a small moment, the world loses its sharp edges. The aggressivity of the yellow lights is tuned out, replaced by an embracing glow, unifying all matter in its arms. This lasts for a second, the time it takes Gaïa to realise that while everything has lost its individuality she remains alone and other. The threat is sunshine, an indiscriminating and uncomprehensible force, constantly in motion and seeming to strike from everywhere at once. She is the victim in this scenario, the dark spot in a halo of unity, the one who doesn't belong. The thing that is not One and as such must be Destroyed.

She quickly puts her glasses back on, and turns her face away from the lights, now containing various shapes and human figures.

What she finds is darkness, unperfect, crawling through her field of vision like the antithesis of a will-o'-wisp, but still drawing her to the comfort of a path untravelled, to the unraveling of her very world. She wants to dance with that darkness, let it embrace every inch of her flesh, raw & exposed & bleeding & alive.

Or she wants to be that darkness, that underground thing. She wants to turn herself inside out until she finds feet & roars & the world trembles around her like it understands. Gaïa wants to be that overarching thing, not taking with her arms but giving with her whole shadow.

The contact is meant to be the breaking of tension.

It feels more like a giving way, like a door opening while your fist is still hanging in the air ready for the first knock. Ulysses doesn't breathe. Their body loses all edges, all self even. They are barely aware of possessing a membrane, something between the One and the Rest. Ulysses Is, but not, attuned to what Isn't, in constant echoing motion of what is static.

Ulysses doesn't fly anymore. They glide. They have given themselves to the power of a universe vaster, as merciless as them. They do not breathe, & it burns & it heals. The moment is suspended and they are an eel now, body going on & on & on. Never moving in one particular instant, at once in every place that needs to be passed through.

They open their eyes & see the world & it is blue. It is an illusion, as the world as no color, but Ulysses is not really part of it. Their goggles forms a barrier. The should-be see-through wall blurring their perception until everything feels reductable into something other than nothing. The protruding addition to their sleek body makes them into something less, something broken & hurt & screaming. How can they call home this jagged flesh of Everything, this All-Encompassing that reminds them they are not One, but shards of will taped to a stick.

Ulysses doesn't breathe. Ulysses cannot breathe. As their vision opens their body disappears and is now foreign again.

Ulysses cannot breathe & it hurts & the healing is now a goal at then end of a line drawn not by will but by necessity.

Humans were drawn out of water by the pain of having lungs and not being welcome anymore.

Ulysses breaks the tension & the house fall down on their head & they are flightless & bodyful & their lungs are burning but healing is just being alive long enough.

Ulysses sees a world & thinks Blue is the color of Living.

The speed is a perfume guiding Gaïa until their is a crash of light and she discovers a world that is screaming. The light is consuming for a moment. It is a lion waiting for her at the end of a cage & its shadow was soft but its teeth are now real & glinting.

Gaïa feels a chill shake her bones & wants to master speed like it has two directions. There is a music in her like a breaking thing and she wonders if falling ash makes a sound or if silence is a prerequisite for an ending.

Is this why a story ends with a full stop ? Is it silence needing a place to fall ?

Something shakes her feet and the pain is so sharp & glinting it swells in her body like a roar & she cannot let it go.

Her body becomes a roar because her mind is a lion & she stares down the light that will no longer make a shadow of her. She makes hate to the simple world revealed by the sun, filled with figures in waiting, & she feels it swell from her vocal chords.

Her world is her body & is a ripple until it stops & she swallows it & turns to the waiting world and sees its shadows fall at her feet.

So Gaïa cries a cry that consumes & takes the fall to that waiting world & it is silent.

[tarzaposts]

Leadership & Respect with Animals

I got this brain storm, and though I’d write about it too...

Since I’ve had all kinds of animals all my life..surely I’ve trained them all.

I have had dogs, parrots, parakeets, cats, guinea pigs, fishes, and the main thing with animals are..you need to talk their language, all animals learn by energy and pressure., different motions and ques. You just need to know HOW!

When I was under 20 I moved out to  U.S, I’ve always felt more to be American than Finnish..I felt so at home there than.

I started out as an Au pair..oh, boy..totally not my thing..the family I stayed at had 5 parrots, 1 doberman and 2 kids that were so spoiled brats that .. I could not handle that kind of attitude... money talked..bullshit walked..sorry...

oh..boy..well, surely you can imagine how it turned out..  :)

Yes I found myself spending time, by training the Blue and Yellow Macaw..we fell totally  in love..it came walking to my room in the mornings,  knocked on the door and climbed up to my bed and started to kiss my face..nibble at my ear rings that got all twisted .. he was so funny..and he came everywhere I went, we drove to the pet store by car and got its feed...etc,..he came by the pool when I was outside... it was my buddy, and we totally understood each other..

Well, macaws usually have 1 owner and that’s it, either they like women or men..hardly both..since it’s hard to know what sex they are you need to make an DNA test..but ., they surely choose the owner themselves.

They are like a 4 y kid that wants all your attention and does all kinds of things to get it.. if not they they do a lot of harm, destroy furniture or what ever they can get their beak to,  and it they are depressed..they pull out their feathers..yes, I have seen it too..poor things

People don’t understand the responsibility that comes along with an parrot/ animals, it needs care taking 24/7, My macaw had a room of it’s own    :)

well back to my point...

Well, as.the other parrots were jealous at the attention it got from me and they tried to mingle along, but the macaw saw it differently.. there was a  Aratinga solstitialis, that kept screaming all the time..it has a terrible noisy scream..and it was mean..tried to bite every time it got close to you.., it had this thing going one that it wanted to be close to you, but not petted..so I left it surely alone. Also  Amazona oratrix, don’t recall which amazon it was ..and a Psittacus erithacus ..since its a long time ago don’t remember that clear.

Of course there was this doberman..well guess who was taking it out and trained it as well...it comes naturally  to me , I understand and love animals to the bits..they hear me  and we communicate  with understanding.

All my parrots and parakeets was free in my house, they sat on my shoulder, went outside for a car drive, store etc..if I said them to go to bed, they went to their cage and closed the door behind them..yes..believe they did it ...and more..

I remember 1 time  I had my Baby , the name of the Parakeet with me to a grocery store when I lived in Florida..this customer service lady came to me and sais, “Mam, you have a beautiful parrot, but sorry you cannot have it in here..well surely at that time my Baby, was jumping all over the water melons ha haaa.. and I totally agreed than..oh well one funny story..of many more..

It’s all normal to me, I see an animal..I communicate..

I’ve had a doberman here in Finland as well, but not my breed, I have had Cavalier King Charles spaniels, Chinese crest and now also 2 puppies that I train now....

I am so thrilled that I can help people, with animals

I just had a client that had a Chinese crest with fear issues, it had bit twice the neighbor and  its son, it was on its way to put down, “‘cause of bad behavior.”

I call it misunderstanding..dogs and horses they all need an SAFE but FIRM Leader!

Happy Ending

We’ll I trained that dog, but mainly the whole family, as they are the owners..the dogs needed 2-3 times of my time and coaching the family to be a leader. All problems cleared and they are a happy family with a dog that has an perfect happy personality as a Chinese crests should have..sorry to say, but this breed is very sensitive and have a lot of misbehaving IF NOT understood!!! Easily turns into fear and aggressive attitudes if not safe.

Here are my precious  some of them that I had photos of..since there was NOOO Digital cameras at that time..heres only a few of my darlings..

I used to work with an magician, and there I got my Blue and Yellow macaw.., the other  Macaw  belov is from the U.S times..

Enjoy..this is just a short inside story of many many more...

This is MY beloved LOUKI that I had in the U.s he slept under covers in my bed with me, it was SO SMART..he was stolen when I left back to Finland and attacked this one guy who came to our apartment when I was away... also BABY that was a parokeet like the one sitting with my other balck cavaljier nose to nose :)

[neovenatorgirlteeth]

The parokeet looks really happy with themself, but the budgies in the background are just so disappointed in them.

hmmm

[crossstitchtheline-blog]

Another lovely autumn afternoon in our neighbourhood... At this point, the railway track's banks have been declared a nature's reserve and are the residence of plenty of squirrels, wood pidgeons, even the odd woodpecker and parokeet! This in the middle of Hackney, less than 5 miles away from the financial centre in The City's square mile. Love London, me! . @printsoflondon #london #northlondon #hiddenlondon #londonsights #photooftheday #picoftheday #igers #TheLondonLifeInc #londonlife #lifeinlondon #secretlondon #sliceoflife #beautifullondon #beautifulengland #beautifulbritain #instadaily #instalike #londonermagazine @we_heart_london #stamfordhill #hackney #autumn #autumninlondon #autumninengland #fall #fallinlondon #fallinengland

[allaboutparanormal]

Have been wondering where my lovey #parokeets been to, haven't seen them in a long while but they are back. https://instagr.am/p/CWdfLF9Mcma/

[c18adverts]

May 19, 1720 - Newly Imported Exotic Birds

Just arrived from the West-Indies, a fresh Parcel of the finest Scarlet Nightingals as ever was seen, both Cocks and Hens of the sort for Breeding as well as Singing; and a fine Bird-Call[‘d?] a Crown Bird 5 Foot high, with a large Crown of Hair growing upon his Head, and a large Knob upon his Forehead as big as a Man’s Fist with a fine black Velvet grows on it, and large Ears as a Man, and Hair all down his Neck, and the Body Feathers; this famous Bird never lies down, but always stands upon one Leg or both. And another fine Bird from the East Indies, which is very large and wonderful, the like never in England. These two famous Birds are to be seen for Money. Also fine Song Canary Birds of all Colours, both Cocks and Hens, of the Sort for breeding as well as Singing. Amadevats, free talking Parrots, and Parokeets, large breeding Pheasants, of all Colours, large Hamborough-Fowls, small Bantam Fowls, Turtle Doves, Peacocks and Peahens; with other Rarities. To be sold by Michael Bland, at the Tyger at Tower-Dock, near Great Tower-Hill.

Daily Courant (May 19, 1720)