Our parrot likes to take a shower. It’s not all that unusual, birds like to bathe, but she really likes to get in the shower with us, her people.
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.
LOL Oh my…that must have been a sight. Glad everyone is okay.
and were you already nekked by this time ready to jump in to the shower with ‘I’?
you saucy thing you, glad everyone survived though, and just as well the windows were closed as you could have been running down the street nekked, chasing the parrot, followed by a howling Jake followed by a nekked hubby. Oh man, am I laughing at that image, right now……
Hee hee heeeeeee……that is hilarious!
I can see it all now, Julia. Sooooooo freakin’ funny! Truth is indeed stranger than fiction. If you tried to write that, someone would say, “this could never happen!!”
Thanks for the laugh.
With all the moves you can make, you should be on Dancing With The Stars. Glad everything is okay.
Stephanie - you mean with all the falling moves I make? Tripping over the dog in a not very graceful way! But I did save the bird from herself!
Oh Sharon, our reality is always stranger than fiction. I think that’s why I like the movie so much!
Penny - it was indeed!
Oh Tom, I was wearing my favorite t-shirt! Yes, thank god the windows were closed.
Amber, when I looked back and saw hubby dripping on the floor I was so impressed that he’d gotten out of the shower to save us!
You know me. I just couldn’t resist. (I know some of the rest of you thought about it too…)
Sometimes a wet hubby is a good thing!!
Just sayin’
I must say you have the coolest bird I’ve ever known.
Use it in a book. If anyone says, it couldn’t happen, site your experience.
Sigh. That would be cite…
Anny - I was going to fix it, never fear! I may use the scene. It was pretty funny!
Thanks, Savannah. Tibby is hilarious. Every morning she wakes us up with the sun, saying, “Wake up.” Wake up.” “Wake up.” Until we get up.
Sharon, um… yeah, I must agree. Wet hubby = good.
So, so cute!! I love your birdie and Jake! And now I understand how you get hurt in strange accidents.
Nailed it, Casey!