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HI! I'm a quaker parrot named Sparky. I'm green. I live with my owner and a bunny - we're the very definition of a dysfunctional family! I'm just over three years old - but I had to put my age as 20 to be on myspace. My owner won't spring for the DNA test, so I really don't even know if I'm a male or a female (actually she's just worried that I'll get stressed out when they take the blood for the test). My favourite thing to say is, "Hi Sparky", but my would-be-anorexic-if-she-didn't-like-cake and fried foods-so-much owner is trying to teach me how to say, "You look thin today". Needless to say, I'm currently working on my pronunciation of the word "fat" instead - I can't wait to unveil that little phrase for her. I practice saying new words and phrases when she's at work or when she leaves the room. I love shredded dried coconut. When my owner goes away on business, her super-special friend who seems to go by the name of "Ohgodohgodohgod" takes care of me. I like him better. He gives me lots of coconut and calls me "Sparkman" - it's a male bonding thing. And I REALLY like to sit on his lap. Oh my god, what if I'm gay? Oh my god, what if I'm female? Seriously, why doesn't she get the DNA test done? I'm having a crisis here.I have A LOT of toys. I think there are at least 20 toys, perches and ladders in my cage at any given time. My owner doesn't want me to get bored but the result is a garish jungle of wood, rope, latex, leather and plastic. Ohgodohgodohgod agrees with me and yesterday he told me that when she goes away on business in a week and a half, we're gonna clean house and take down lots of toys. I really like him - he's got big fingers which are more comfortable to perch on than hers. She's got skinny fingers that my feet wrap all the around on so I have to hold on tight.I can say about 150 words and phrases and I have a lot of years left to learn new ones. Whenever I want something from my owner - for her to uncover my cage or come and play with me, I say "I love you" - she's so easy to manipulate. If I know I'm misbehaving and don't want her to be mad, I say "sorry". Sometimes it comes out sounding a bit sarcastic, though. But that's just my "bird accent". Honest. If she covers up my cage before "nite nite" (bedtime) or if I haven't been making too much noise, then I ask "What are you doing?". (ok, it really comes out sounding like "What doin'?" but I think I sound hip, cool, maybe even ghetto so it's all good.
Playing For Change: Song Around the World "Stand By Me"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us-TVg40ExM

Sparky Parker Birdston says, "Check it!".