My kids! My little parrots, Dear 😍 and Pearl 🥰
It seems like they are parrots, but I still consider them my own kids. You quickly get used to these constantly-screaming sirens. And then these sirens are activated not by alarm, but by their own will, and only during the day, before lunch and for a couple of hours. They would shout all day, but then I would definitely move like a cuckoo ...
Despite our mutual claims to each other, we still learned to get along together, sometimes we even get along, no one bites or chirps right at the ear, but just curiously observes what we are doing.
Of the tasty things, we love striped seeds (not fried, of course), and then in large quantities it’s harmful, so we follow the norm of nutrition + add vitamins to the diet for good digestion, vitamins for feather loss, vitamins for the cardiovascular system and for a ringing chirp.
They tried to accustom them to hands from childhood, but these vermin sometimes flew higher on purpose and looked proudly from there, supposedly saying angrily and ironically, "Well, what are you going to do to me, leather one?" Therefore, the best solution was to limit their flights to medium altitude and medium range.
But now, how cute they make contact, coo interestingly and know where the most delicious wallpapers are (of course, the kitchen.)
