When I take her in the shower I let her stand on a stainless steel basket we have bolted to the shower wall, that way, she can take her own little mini-shower. Hubby thinks that’s a bit freaky so when he showers she’s relegated to the top of the glass shower door.
Anyway, the bird gets all excited when she knows she’s going to take a shower so she begins screeching. Jake knows what’s coming, so as soon as I go to get her out of her cage he begins howling in response to the screeching. Sometimes he’ll even howl in anticipation of the screeching.
This morning I carried her into the bathroom and stood her atop the shower door, hubby was already in the shower… Jake followed me into the bathroom, rose up on his hind legs, began howling, and the bird had a panic attack, flew out the door, right over Jake’s head.
Jake spun on his heels and dove for the bird. I considered this one of those running from a bus exemptions so I sprinted after Jake. Our legs got tangled up, I went hurtling through the air, banged my hip on a table, skinned my knee, jammed my little finger, and caught the bird with one hand just before she hit the ground. Jake turned tail and fled from the bedroom. Thus I saved the bird from either a paw-squishing or a jaw-snapping.
Oh, just in case you’re wondering- hubby ran out of the shower, naked, wet, but ready and willing to save the day.
The incident looked kind of like this, but without the grace and athleticism of S.F. Giant’s player, Gregor Blanco. And there was no perfect game on the line, just a little parrot. Another morning in the Barrett’s bathroom.