"Be careful what you teach your parrot. They haven't perfected the art of discretion" ~ Patti to John
Finally, finally Gandalf the Gray, named after the wise wizard has finally learned something. While I was gone John was proud of one avian accomplishment. Gandalf knows how to wolf whistle. And, like a young child who has learned an annoying ditty, he never stops that whistle.
Now, while I'm sitting on the front porch, passers-by look over, see Gandalf and are amused. John's concern, and rightly so. centers around when the bird is in the house. You see, we live down the street from the middle and elementary schools and we get lots of parents walking their children to school passing by. We're not sure what they are thinking when they hear wolf whistling coming from the elaborate pink house as their children walk by.
So, I'm gone two weeks and The Beak is nipping Jack Daniels and whistling like a truck driver. Good thing I wasn't gone longer!
