Roz Paterson is a real parrot person and has been caring for her parrots for many years. Here she tells her story of the sometimes bedlam she faces with her inmates, although she would not be without them

A whirr of wings is swiftly followed by loud screaming, manic laughter, “OW OW OW!” and “I want six pounds a day!” It’s another average morning in a household of four parrots. Nevertheless I am obliged to sprint into the bird room to make sure there has been no blood shed. Bobbie and Ollie are screaming and lunging at each other on top of Bobbie’s cage, interspersed every now and again by Bobbie’s “Mwahahahahahahaaa! Woo, how are you?” and “OW OW!” Somehow I don’t think she takes their fights too seriously. Chico not wanting to be left out, is shouting, “I want six pounds a day! What? What?” The French windows to the aviary are open and I really hope most neighbours are out at work.

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