Ol’ Jack’s been having himself a fine time lately. He’s started really playing with toys all over the place, and suddenly he’s started talking. Senegal parrots aren’t especially known for their ability to speak, but I think this one’s gonna be a firecracker.

One of Pratch’s favorite things to say is “Peek-a-boo! I seeeeeee you….” About a week ago, I got worried about the boy- I thought he had a horrible case of the hiccups, but then I realized he was saying “peeka! peeka! peeka!” over and over… he’s working on adding the “boo” now. He’s been saying ‘hello’ for awhile, and the newest vocabulary word is Pratchett’s own “Pew!”

He’s generally just feeling his oats and stealing whatever he can get his beak on. In his mind he’s about 6 feet tall, large and in charge.

We’re in the middle of the seasonal parrot relocation. They stay in the living room while it’s cold since I can heat it easily, but now that it’s warming up it’ll be back to the kitchen and the view of the garden. Last year I was indulging Pratchett and he was the only one quartered in the solarium, with Jack coming in for periodic visits. Pratchett was not thrilled about these. Not one bit:

He just wanted to pretend there were no other birds around, while Jack wanted to chase him around the room. Ah, sibling rivalry.