The Holistic Parrot by Leslie Moran

My name is Max. My Mom calls me Baby Boy, Baby Parrot, Baby Bird and her Cockatoo Kangaroo. I’m seven years old. Mom adopted me about five years ago from my first owner who was an airline pilot in Miami. Up until a few years ago, I lived in South Florida. But then Mom, our two cats Kitty and Emma, and I moved to the beautiful Laurel Highlands in southwestern Pennsylvania. It’s about an hour south of Pittsburgh. Just recently, we moved closer to the town of Mt. Pleasant to our new place, which has a beautiful patio on the first floor.

A big, loud truck had just moved all our belongings to our new house. It was our first morning here and Mom was enjoying her coffee on our new patio. I waddled up to the big glass door and she let me out! I hopped up on her lap and sat there very contently.

The next morning and the morning after, we did the same thing. It’s August, which is late summer here and everything is still so lush and green, and it’s going to be just great living here! I didn’t notice the really big tree in our backyard until now. Since my wings hadn’t been clipped in a long time, I sat here wondering if I could make it up into that tree. I don’t think Mom is really paying much attention to me right now, so I’m going to give this my best shot.

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