Mess, thy Name is Parrot

Yes, today was one of those days where I couldn't finish changing paper until the actual paper arrived. I get newspaper delivered Thursday thru Sunday and my parents give me all of their newspaper. I find it kind of funny that I could be out at a weird hour of the day or night buying a copy of God knows what newspaper because I forgot to check the stack that day.

I think I vacuumed the same room yesterday at least 10 times and then did it again today. I can almost keep up with the mess from the parrots IF (and this is a big IF) nothing out of the ordinary happens. Like my decision one day to make them birdie cornbread with lots of goodies in it and give them raspberries. Insanity! You could have fed a small country on the amount of crumbs that were launched from every cage in the house. The raspberries made the cage paper look like a crime scene with smeared red blotches and questionable smashed masses.

Just one corner of Poppy the Grey's cage. All that happened since new paper was put in this morning. The floor around it looks pretty much the same.

Mess, thy name is parrot. Photos on the way soon! Send me some photos of your parrot messes -- I am trying to remember to photo all of mine. I usually get caught up in cleaning and forget to take photos!