Who says a cockatoo can’t enjoy a day at the park! I see crows hanging about all of the time! I used to go to the park almost weekly when mom played softball. I would usually hop up and down the bleachers and find a comfy spot on an unsuspecting stranger’s shoulder or would sit quietly beside them.
I found out though, rather quickly, that not everyone likes birds. In fact, many people are afraid of them. I have pretty good balance most of the time but it is pretty tough when someone moves at the last minute when I am just about to land on them.
Mom would apologize for my not asking if I can perch on their shoulder before bounding over but I personally think they should see it as a privilege to have someone as grand as me wanting to hang out with them! I am the “cool” kid you know… even though I look a bit goofy with my “googly eyes” as dad calls them.
Softball is a bit boring to watch so sometimes mom would let some older, bird trained kids take me the jungle gym so that I could do some climbing. We all loved it. Sadly, I don’t get to go play at the park as often as I used to. I reminded mom how much I love the park, so she decided to take me there on the weekend! Dad even came along.
Here I am traversing the monkey bars. We cross them a bit differently than primates but we still get from one end to the other! I wasn’t into performing that day so this time, getting me across required more incentive than a simple applause.
I like to play in the sand box as well but I prefer the beach or my own personal sandbox so after the park, we went home so that I could play in my dirt pile.
Mom didn’t want to give me own sandbox but decided to improvise and cave in with the hopes of distracting me from hopping into her planters and digging all the dirt out with my beak!