||Two and a half years old|
||Atlanta, Georgia, USA|
named after Kramer on Seinfeld, is a cross between a maroon belly
and green cheek conures. He was born in Azle, Texas but now reside in
Atlanta, Georgia. Cosmo is quite a character. First of all I don't
believe he knows he's a bird. He wants to eat whatever daddy and I are
eating. Some favorites include spaghetti, potato of any kind (especially
french fries), cheddar cheese, peanut butter, drinking Gatorade, and
nibbling on white or yellow cakes for dessert.
He has traveled quite a bit in the car and is a very good traveler.
Cosmo loves the trip to visit my first graders once a week. He loves
kids! Although he can be quite nippy depending on his mood, he has never
bitten any of my students (now my assistant principal wasn't so lucky,
and yes, I still have a job). He has been to Tallahassee, Florida to
visit his grandma and grandpa who spoil him with gifts as any good
grandparents do. His big trip was from Texas to Georgia, then to
Virginia, and all the way up to New York and back to Georgia. Whew! We
paid for the interruption in his routine for a week after that with his
squawking and biting.
I guess I am lucky because he says a number of things which include:
"Get Down" with a head bobs up and down, "Go Gators"
which is for daddy's college football team, "Pretty bird",
"Whaddaya doing" which is usually said when you are busy and
ignoring him or he'll say, "C'mere" in the most pathetic
voice, "Waiting on you", "Who's my buddy", "Hey
buddy", and "You're a good bird". One morning while his
cage was still covered and we were still in bed, we heard him saying
over and over to himself quietly "Cosmo, Cosmo, Cosmo...".
Unfortunately we haven't heard it since. He also has mimicked the most
annoying sounds like our house alarm when you open the door (beep, beep)
and the high shrill squeal of the chair in daddy's office when he turns
in it. I am also lucky because he is partly potty trained. If we
remember to ask him "Gotta go?" about every 15-20 minutes then
we don't ever have any cleaning up because we're able to hold him over
where we want him to go.
He loves to play hide and go seek under the covers. He is also a
wrestler and will roll over on his back and wrestle you with his feet
(watch out WWF). Bobbing for ice cubes is another favorite past time as
is chewing paper towel rolls. He loves his neck front, back, and sides
to be scratched and will use daddy's scruff in his chin if we aren't
doing a sufficient job. Just like a kid, no matter how many fancy toys
you buy, a card board box is the favorite. I have cut out all kinds of
openings in long shallow boxes and he just chatters to himself while
sticking his head out of each opening while exploring. He loves to go
get the mail riding on my shoulder and will do everything in his power
to get the attention of any people that might be outside trying to be as
charming as possible (and it works!). Although he likes to play on the
computer like his daddy, we have banned him from it due to all of the
bite marks he gets on the mouse cord before we can pull him away.
All in all he's been a great child with a few of the terrible twos that
we had to work through. He has been a wonderful part of our lives and I
can't imagine it without him. But you know, when I think of his life
expectancy and how old I will be, I'll be in my mid sixties by then!
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