Even though he knows he may come to regret it later, he decides to spare you. For now.

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Aww, I really miss my Quaker (the kind in "the parakeet decides to let you live"). Toby was a total bastard and hated (most) women, but I really loved him and so did the missus.

I think that first parakeet is a girl parakeet.

*offers Parakeet of Death sunflower seed*

(I hear supreme beings like sunflower seeds.)

Pips: heheh, I love your style of humor.

I don't know about the Parakeet of Death, but I once owned the Cockatiel of Disability. Named him "Floyd" after "Pretty Boy Floyd", but after he squawked constantly through the movie "2010" (unnecessary sequel to "2001"), I renamed him "Dr. Floyd".

As for the "Cockatiel of Disability" title, he was once out of his cage, sitting on top of an open door where I didn't see him and I closed the door. He didn't move quite fast enough, got one foot caught and let out a scream I never heard from him before or after. After that, one claw on his briefly-trapped foot stuck out at a weird angle. I liked to say it gave him character, but never dared let him sit on my finger ever again.

Yeah, but what is the parakeet kissing?

I think I saw the Parakeet of Death in the Budgie Pit at the local pet store. But then he moved in the crowd and I couldn't pick him out anymore. So I went over and checked out the Hamster of Mild Vexation. He was sleeping, which was kind of annoying.

My sister had the Cockatiel of Stupidity. Early in her "I wanna be a hillbilly" phase, my sister bought a mobile home. It had a long (for a mobile home) hallway, a ceiling fan in the living room, and a bedroom with mirrored closets at the opposite end of the mobile home from the hallway. Also in the living room was a Budweiser mirror (the "hillbilly" influence).
That bird would fly full-tilt down that hallway, through the kitchen and living room, into the bedroom and leave a perfect spread-cockatiel impression in very fine feathers, with wings wide open, on those mirrored closets, about once a week.

If the wind conditions in the living room were not perfect (i.e. the ceiling fan was running), the bird would ride a little high in the air currents, get hit by a ceiling fan blade, and divert instantly into the Budweiser mirror, which would leave a side-cockatiel impression. And the bird never got hurt, nor did it ever learn not to do that. Eventually she clipped its wings, but man, was that funny stuff to watch.

Also in the living room was a Budweiser mirror (the "hillbilly" influence).

We have a Budweiser painting. That's hillbilly class.

(Thanks, mischief. May POD have mercy on you. : )

I had a Cockatiel of Viciousness once. It had been abandoned by a neighbor of mine, and when I realized she was gone, I went in her apartment and saved it. (I was too late to save it's cagemate). It loved to be talked to, but heaven help you if you put a finger near the cage! Even my cats left it alone.

Early in her "I wanna be a hillbilly" phase, my sister bought a mobile home
Um, I own a mobile home, too. With ceiling fans.

(it's the only way we can afford New Jersey without getting a loan from Tony Soprano)