Post by graygreenelephant on Apr 2, 2021 21:04:41 GMT
Hello everyone my name is Jarvis.
I am a grey-green parrot of Australasian ancestry (see picture).
I work in Financial services, and I like fine food and the theatre. I moved to Stockport, South Manchester, England, with my sky blue acquaintance who I call Vincent, but everyone else calls him "Vinny". Despite being from Manchester's sprawling suburbia, I don't have that terrible common accent, I'm much more Cheshire.
Vincent works in the trades, and likes to drink beer with his "social circle" and watch football matches. He's friendly, and doesn't cause trouble, but is very much his own man. I can't stand football myself, and much prefer Gilbert and Sullivan.
We were born mid 2019, and live with a strange human called Jonathan who makes a fuss about us and brings us food, sometimes of an increasingly desirable standard, and spends his time asking us "shall we put some music on?." Furthermore, I am not his "Mr Jarvis!" Things have gotten much better since he started letting us out all day.
When I first arrived, Jonathan tried to clean my bottom for about four weeks on the trot (silly *****) not realising that English variety budgerigars may have a small "pooage" collection at the back because of our long feathers. Then he took me on a journey where a man in a white coat trimmed my beautiful rear feathers, put me on a pair of scales, took away a small poo, and them charged him £50 for it. I'd have charged him £500 for this indignity. Fortunately, Jonathan seems to have eased off this stupidity, so I'm finding I like it here more than I used to, but I still have my eye on what he's up to when he changes the seed bowls every morning.
I like my colleague Vincent very much, but he has never once helped me do my hair in all the time we've been friends, even though I've done his on several occasions (I've told him none of the other lads are looking!), and when we went to Ibiza (before lockdown) all he wanted to do was sit about the hotel pool all day waiting until it was time to visit some ghastly nightclubs in the evening. I don't mind a bit of nightlife, but I much prefer to hire a car and actually SEE the island!
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Hiya I'm Vin, I'm a sky blue, and I'm electrical contracting at the moment, into footy yeah. Like a bit of beer and that. Mi mate Jarv is alright, but he's a bit posh, and he's a clumsy **** . When we started to know each other, he never tried anything new until I've had a go at it first, like. He's dead scared of anything even like a plastic football(?!), and our Jonny once scared him with a peach slice !! I even had to tell him that the woodpigeons were BIG but just chill about it- he just doesn't get it. Must be some kind of closeted upbringing in those posh parts of town.
I hate it when he pushes me off the toys and seed pots, so I've had to thump him a couple of times, but other than that he's alright, and a bit of a laugh. I love bouncing around with him when big Jon put up those dowel perches across the back windows. They're mint! I can see *everything* outside now!! Amazing. Cheers!
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I am a grey-green parrot of Australasian ancestry (see picture).
I work in Financial services, and I like fine food and the theatre. I moved to Stockport, South Manchester, England, with my sky blue acquaintance who I call Vincent, but everyone else calls him "Vinny". Despite being from Manchester's sprawling suburbia, I don't have that terrible common accent, I'm much more Cheshire.
Vincent works in the trades, and likes to drink beer with his "social circle" and watch football matches. He's friendly, and doesn't cause trouble, but is very much his own man. I can't stand football myself, and much prefer Gilbert and Sullivan.
We were born mid 2019, and live with a strange human called Jonathan who makes a fuss about us and brings us food, sometimes of an increasingly desirable standard, and spends his time asking us "shall we put some music on?." Furthermore, I am not his "Mr Jarvis!" Things have gotten much better since he started letting us out all day.
When I first arrived, Jonathan tried to clean my bottom for about four weeks on the trot (silly *****) not realising that English variety budgerigars may have a small "pooage" collection at the back because of our long feathers. Then he took me on a journey where a man in a white coat trimmed my beautiful rear feathers, put me on a pair of scales, took away a small poo, and them charged him £50 for it. I'd have charged him £500 for this indignity. Fortunately, Jonathan seems to have eased off this stupidity, so I'm finding I like it here more than I used to, but I still have my eye on what he's up to when he changes the seed bowls every morning.
I like my colleague Vincent very much, but he has never once helped me do my hair in all the time we've been friends, even though I've done his on several occasions (I've told him none of the other lads are looking!), and when we went to Ibiza (before lockdown) all he wanted to do was sit about the hotel pool all day waiting until it was time to visit some ghastly nightclubs in the evening. I don't mind a bit of nightlife, but I much prefer to hire a car and actually SEE the island!
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Hiya I'm Vin, I'm a sky blue, and I'm electrical contracting at the moment, into footy yeah. Like a bit of beer and that. Mi mate Jarv is alright, but he's a bit posh, and he's a clumsy **** . When we started to know each other, he never tried anything new until I've had a go at it first, like. He's dead scared of anything even like a plastic football(?!), and our Jonny once scared him with a peach slice !! I even had to tell him that the woodpigeons were BIG but just chill about it- he just doesn't get it. Must be some kind of closeted upbringing in those posh parts of town.
I hate it when he pushes me off the toys and seed pots, so I've had to thump him a couple of times, but other than that he's alright, and a bit of a laugh. I love bouncing around with him when big Jon put up those dowel perches across the back windows. They're mint! I can see *everything* outside now!! Amazing. Cheers!
~~~