This is my response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt of 5 June 2018 — Flummoxed
From time to time during Winter, we will leave some seed out for the Sulphur-Crested Cockatoos. My son is under instruction to feed them no more than once a week so that they don’t become dependent on us. There is no way you want 50 cockatoos hanging around chewing on everything in sight. I swear cockatoos can count because every week at about the same time, the cockatoos would congregate in the front yard and make a terrible racket until we came outside with the seed. Often we would refuse to feed them then because it is not the sort of behaviour we want to encourage. They seem to know when we are home, and appear to wait for my son to return home. I suspect they look out for him.
One day, this fellow arrived on his own. He clearly had not read the memo regarding the feeding schedule. He squawked and carried on something shocking, and when I refused to accede to his demands, he jumped onto the window ledge and started tapping on my window to attract my attention. He was completely flummoxed by my dismissal, either that or very hungry.
Cockatoos are such intelligent birds. and can live up to 100 years in the wild. I would consider myself lucky if I had the memory of the cockatoo. I do think we need to reconsider the term bird-brain.
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