May the Irish eyes be smiling upon you and brighten up your day!!! 🍀
I can honestly admit I do have a certain percentage of Irish blood running through my veins, I can also admit that my blood is alcohol-free! LOL!
This is also the day my baby boy “Peanut” was hatched 31 years ago! He is not only my son, but he is also my emotional support animal. This pretty little Amazon Yellow Nape parrot is as green as a shamrock and as bright as the sun shining from above.
One of the happiest days of my life is when my ex and I adopted Peanut. Funny thing is we had nothing to do with adopting him, he actually adopted us. He bounced off a perch and hid under my hair. He was only 10 & 1/2 weeks old when we brought him home. He couldn’t speak at all but cooed like a real baby.
The first word we attempted to teach him was “Hello” – sounds pretty simple, right? Nah, Peanut made it known he was going to be a special little boy when all he could say was “Hell”. I’d come home from work and lean down and say, “Hello, Peanut… How are you?” his response being “eh, eh, eh, Hell.” You could imagine how proud I was of my little emerald dumpling.
To think that Peanut’s first word was “Hell” and how much he has learned over the course of his 31 years of being my special baby really does amaze me. One thing stands out. We had taken him back to the breeder to visit when Peanut was just about to turn 1 year old. The breeder, Tom said… “You over domesticated your bird.” When I questioned why he said that, Peanut responded by singing “You Are My Sunshine” and not just a few lines, he started and completed the whole song.
Peanut also loves good old rock & roll, show tunes, the theme music to “The Andy Griffith Show”, and loves to belt out opera. He talks more than his own Mommy does if you can believe that?
This little moldy crow and I have been through Hell and back together, and I owe my life to him. Most people have dogs or cats as a support animal, but I’ve got to tell you when I’m sad he is right there for me. “Mommy, mommy, are you okay?” – “It’s alright, I love you.” Plus, he knows when I’m in a good mood because it becomes the “Sing Along With Peanut Show” – Every song he starts singing, he stops and invites you to sing along with him by saying… “Come on…”
The very best thing is in the evenings when Peanut knows it’s time for bed. “Mommy, mommy, rub the head, time for nite, nite.” I take him out of his cage and rub his head and all his feathers, plus I kiss the nape of his little neck, and again, he coos like a baby.
At dinner time, Peanut will be served rice and carrots for his Birthday. And, yes… My roommate and I will be singing Happy Birthday to my baby boy.
I hope you all enjoy St. Patrick’s Day, while I kiss my little birthday birdie!
Take Care & God Bless,
Photo Credit: Pinterest and Me, Myself, and I.