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What are you doing, doing? My name is Natasha and I am an Eclectis Parrott from Western Australia. I like to make certain that you know exactly what I am saying or where I am coming from, so I usually repeat the last word of my sentence. That precise way of talking comes from my Austrailian background. I say what I mean and mean what I say!! Unlike my sister, Chula, who just talks on and on. I was born in February 1999 and my folks got me 2001. I am a female and like men more than women. Nothing wrong with that, is there? I am especially fond of my Daddy, Trucker Jim. I tolerate Mommy or Otternot. I like her better than I used to, but really prefer Dad. I don't whistle or talk as much as my sister Chula, but I speak quite well and am adament in letting you know exactly what I want. One of my main buddies, next to Dad, is my brother Skip. When he was a baby, it was my job to watch his every move and I soon learned that he had to be told when to get outside, which I tell him whenever I deem necessary. I love to eat and like people food as well as my fruits, nuts and vegetables. When I was first adopted, we lived in Texas and I was pretty limited on what I saw. When I got to get out of my cage, I was usually stuck with my sister on the same perch and let me tell you , she is one mean "b" word. And that "b" doesn't necessarily stand for "bird." One of the best things I got to do when I did get out is drink crushed ice or pepsi cola. I think I was addicted. They talked about sending me to "PA" (Pepsi Anonymous") but instead we moved to Washington State. I don't get out as often, but they put my house close to a window so I can see out and put Chula where I can keep an eye on her. Also, I am close to the kitchen and I can easily see what Mommy is cooking. When I want something really good, I stick my foot out and say "Hi" in my most seductive voice. Most times I get something too. I'm especially fond of buttered french bread. Mmmmm-Mmmmmm good.! I can get on the top rung of the ladder and watch Mom cook. The other day she was making something called Zuchini Bread and turned the beater on with no liquid in the bowl. What a mess she made. Both of us were covered in flour and I let her know how unhappy I was too. Do you know how hard it is to get white flour off a pretty burgandy wing? Not pleasant, I will tell you that for sure. But she made it up to me, so that was good. Here in Washington, I can also see outside and I really think that is groovy. It has opened up a whole new world to me. If you want more stories about me, just write to Otternot or Trucker Jim. Like all good parents, they like to brag!!!
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