My morning in the Jungle

[Graehstone]

My morning in the Jungle, or “Busted for blabbering.”
There I was going about my morning business in the bathroom when from the living room, where all the Jungle denizens are housed during the day, comes a timid call from either Gracie or Ruby.
They are at times indistinguishable from one another in their vocalizations.
Well, one call deserves another and soon the whole lot of them was, in their own way, calling to me and wanting to know just what the heck was taking so long and why didn’t I answer right away?
During my morning “toiletries” it is on some days the only time I have to actually “sit” and read a bit and I was engrossed in the fifth book of the Harry Potter saga when the ruckus started.
Not wanting to, nor indeed able to, get up right away and go back into the living room to show them that they had not been abandoned, which at times I am sorely tempted to do, I let them know in a louder voice than usual that I would be out in just a minute and if they would please just “Hush” and “Be quite” while I finish my business.
True to their nature, that didn’t faze them at all, nope, not one bit, quite the contrary, it got them to be more insistent in their calls and need to see me back in the living room where they could keep an eye on me.
So like any good parront I yelled some more. “SHUT THE HECK UP FOR A SECOND WILL YOU?” Nothing doing, no dice.
So in my frustration and subsequent inability to actually “finish” my business I reached over to the sink, opened and then slammed the door to the cabinet shut creating a very loud bang.
Instant silence.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
So there I was still sitting on the family throne grinning like a fool for having caused them to be silent for a bit and able to see in my minds eye just how each of them had reacted to the new noise. Heads up, eyes pinning and flashing, feathers ruffled and looking about to see where this had come from.
Two whole minutes passed in total silence, and for them that’s a very long time, when BB, my ‘tiel, gave a soft whistle as a sort of checking the waters kind of call when to my utter astonishment I heard Ruby clear as a bell tell her to “Hush” followed by Gracie saying “Be quite” and in the background Cleo going “Oh Man!”
Gracie, “Shhhhh, shhhhh" and Ruby replying “Your gunna get in trouble” and I guess that last statement was so funny to Cleo that she started to laugh like only a maniac Senegal can do, which in turn set everyone else of again killing any peace I might have had.
So there you have it, busted for blabbering. Sigh, there’s always tomorrow.
Now if only there was a traveling circus looking for birds in the area…

[Monica]

All too cute!!! LOL Glad that none of my birds talk around here! Who knows what they might blab out! Well actually, one does talk... but I haven't heard him yet...

[Beaks]

Graeh I enjoy your posts more each day.LOL

John

[Graehstone]

John, I am more than pleased to have brought a smile to your face.
Merry Christmas.

[Babyblue033]

LOL I'm laughing like a fool over here Thanks for sharing that.

[TooLover]

Very cute Mike - sounds like my house.

[poi_lover]

That is tooo funny!

[Tiki]

LMAO! What a hilarious story, Mike!

[greyburd]

Mike, you know I love your stories!! And that one is definitely one of my new favorites. Thanks for sharing that!!! Merry Christmas, bro!!

[Stizby]

Frightening just how much I can relate, Mike! You really made me grin!

I also have a story to share that comes from a girl that works at a family-owned pet shop. Her family owns more than 20 parrots. This girl grew up with her parents having parrots her entire life and so the parrots were raised around children. Their dialogue proves that, too. She told me that in their bird room when it starts to get a little noisy, this is what the birds say:

"SHUT UP!"

"You shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"I'm gonna tell."

"MOMMMMM!"

And according to her, it is always in that order. When she told me this, I really cracked up. It was clear that the birds had eavesdropped on the children . . .