Crocheting With Daisy!

Good afternoon!

I know it’s been a while but things have been a bit crazy here in our home. I am recovering from some surgery and it’s been a painful week. I have been ordered to do nothing for a few weeks. Thank goodness Daisy’s cage is close by my chair. I suppose I should do a little recap;

Since I last posted, Daisy has not had anymore pin feathers sprout up. That’s good! In the days before my admission to the hospital, I was moody, and stressed. Daisy was very quiet the day before my admission. I honestly think she knew that Momma was going away, again. She wasn’t happy about it, at all.

My husband came in to see me after my surgery and told me that Daisy seemed sad. She again was very quiet. Maybe she missed me? “I know she does.” Rob said.

When I came home, I was sore and fragile.  I took to my bed that first day home, but not until I greeted her. Yeah, she was quiet. In all honesty, I was in so much pain, I just wanted to sleep it off.

The next day, I tried sitting in my recliner.  I couldn’t do it for long, but I wanted to be included with the family, and I missed my baby girl! I talked to her and she seemed … I don’t know… aloof? Like she was trying to figure out why I was acting the way I was. She flew out and onto the arm of my chair and just looked at me. I talked to her and slowly, she started her normal chattering.

A day later, I was able to fix my breakfast and thought I’d make our favorite; scrambled eggs.  She was ecstatic! Flying straight to her little porcelain (yes, porcelain… she deserves it) plate and together, we ate happily.

She has suddenly started acting silly; very silly. Not sometimes. Not once in a while. ALL DAY LONG. I keep telling her that it’s illegal to be that happy all of the time. I honestly don’t know where she gets the energy to entertain herself, as well as the family, as much as she does! She does a perfect wolf-call. A perfect ‘Charge’ call, and a perfect … well, I don’t know what it’s called. A “come here” whistle. You know; you see someone you know and instead of yelling across the street to get their attention, you do that whistle. I know you know what I am talking about! Not only does she do them perfectly, but she has the lovely ability to combine them, creating her own little songs. Rob did a great impression of her last week, making my tummy burn with pain, but it was so funny! Kind of like “ CHARGE… Good’ lookin!” Imagine those two whistles combined. I will try to get it on film! But yes, she is now a goofy bird that is constantly playing; she is pure joy.

I overdid things yesterday, and I am now hurting more than I want to be, so I am staying in my recliner like I’m supposed to do. I decided to crochet. I’m making a Mobius as a gift for someone. As I worked, I talked to Daisy, who then hopped down onto her door. She watched me; shifting her little head this way and that, as if she were trying to decipher what on earth I was doing with a metal hook and some pretty pink strings. She then flew onto the arm of the chair and cocked her head again. Whistling, she then proceeded to jump into the chair in the space between the arm of the chair and my thigh. Very slowly, she (Oh, how I wish this part had been recorded) crept up onto my thigh. Then onto the Mobius. Suddenly, between my left hand and my right, which was holding my hook and my fabric, I see the top of her little head. I continue. Slowly, her head rises…she still has not moved, but now her neck is craning to its capacity. I see two little eyes. I say, “Yes? May I help you?” Back down her head goes. I feel a few light steps and again, her head appears. She watches as I continue to stitch. “I can’t do this with you there…” and with that, she crept up the fabric and proceeded to nibble on the hook.

I never stopped crocheting.

Soon, she got brave and crept up onto the fabric between my hand and my working hand. I never stopped crocheting. She was singing and chirping and just having a ball! She tapped her beak against the metal hook, instantly fascinated by the sounds she created! I did manage to record this:

I'd like to think that she understood what I was doing. As you saw, she lifted the yard and tried to loop it through. Well, okay; she didn't... but who knows! I like to think she is that clever! Finally, she decided to end her performance by doing the very famous Parakeet On The Tightrope trick!

Click to enlarge! Yes, she DID walk all the way across... to her cage.  Minx.

Again, she does things that surprise me every day. She is definitely better medicine than anything the pharmacist can bottle up for me... well, almost.

Until next time...

Ruffle some feathers, baby!

Peace