My Dad Gives Birds to People đŠ
Gâday all you people persons! I hope you still remember me. Iâm Poops the perky punky parrot ... well cockatiel actually, but most folks donât know their birds from their middle finger. Thatâs what my dad says and he should know, cause he âgives the birdâ to lots of people who are digitally challenged.Â
Some of you may know my dad  He tells me heâs an ambassador bee who makes honey by telling stories on beBee.com and that he visits hives. Iâm not very clever but, when my dadâs in the shower, I can see he doesnât have a pointy tail and black and yellow stripes. He doesnât even have wings. He does call my mum Honey, however, so maybe thatâs what they make in the big sleeping room.Â
I hope all you peoples have read the blogs that I made with my dad before. He says that he put them in his Cafe beBee hive and that lots of you found them there. Theyâll pop up if you click on these funny shaped blue letters below. My dad says that they're 'Italy-sized'.  Gee whiz, Italy must be a really small country!!!
Anyway, Iâm talking to you peoples again because I miss you, especially the ones who wrote nice messages to me before. My dad says that lots of you have stopped going outside and have lots more âtime on your handsâ. So maybe youâll type to me (you know, on that long keyboard thingamy that my mum tells my dad is "permanently glued to your hands"). Maybe you can tell me what you do with all these time things on your arms? My dad has a big piece of âtimeâ on his wrist, with a face and two hands. My dad says itâs a âwatchâ, but he doesnât watch it much. Â He also says that this watch lets him know when it's time for him to come and go, but Iâve never heard it say a word. If you have lots of these time things on your hands or arms do they talk to you?
My dad says that all you peoples donât go out much anymore, because of a Mexican beer that can make you sick. My dad used to drink beer a long time ago. I'm not sure if the beer made him sick, but he used to spend a lot of time afterwards, looking at the big white porcelain throne seat, up very close, and talking to his good friends âRalph and Hueyâ.Â
I donât go out much, so this Mexican beer virus hasnât changed my life much. My dad, however, now spends much more time at home, which lets me talk to him much more than before. I donât use âpeople speakâ but squawk a lot to get what I want. Dad understands and knows exactly what I say.  He also knows when I want seed-food, water-food and people-leftovers-food. He gives me boiled rice, boiled egg white bits and crushed almonds which are all yummy, and he scratches my head, which I really, really like a lot.Â
But I donât think my mum likes my squawking. She keeps saying âshut upâ, even when my cage doorâs closed. This confuses me cause my cage door swings out and in and neither âupâ nor down.Â
Iâm getting quite old for a cockatiel. I donât fly much these days, but I can still jump up and down and ring my bell, and run across the floor faster than my mumâs vacuum cleaner can chase me. My dad calls me a âsilly bloggerâ (well that's what IÂ think he says) when I run across the floor, but I think my blogs are real cool. What do you peoples think?
My dad says that many bloggers who used to be on beBee are now "in Active", drinking Mexican beer.  I'm not sure where Active is, but it can't be near where we stay in Brisbane, or my dad and I could pop round and visit you all.  I'd bring some of my special spring water that my dad gives me, so you don't have to drink that horrible Mexican beer, and some of that nice seed from the supermarket for you, in case you're hungry.  My dad says it's sometimes hard to find seed, cause it runs out.  I don't understand why the supermarket peoples allow the seed boxes to run away.  Perhaps they don't treat them very well?
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Oh, yes, and my dad says that I should add something at the bottom about him. So here is something I found on a post that he wrote from his own bottom.
"When not researching the weird or the wonderful, the comical or the cultured, the sinful or the serious, I [that means my dad  đŠ] chase my creative side, the results of which can be seen as selected photographs of my (again that means my dad đŠ] travels on my website at:
http://ken-boddie.squarespace.com "
Poops' dad, Ken Boddie, besides being a sometime poet and occasional writer, is an enthusiastic photographer, rarely leisure-travelling without his Canon, and loves to interact with other like-minded people with diverse interests.
Ken's three day work week (part time commitment) as a consulting engineer allows him to follow his photography interests, and to plan trips to an ever increasing list of countries and places of scenic beauty and cultural diversity.
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Comments
Fay Vietmeier
3 years ago #32
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #31
Thank you for using my Sunday name, Ms Lada. I like that. By the way, I hope it wasnât raining when you went to the market today. My dad says that the Mexican beer virus comes from a âwet-marketâ in a country thatâs good at making cups and plates from âpour-sell-inâ. I hope that the market you visited wasnât wet and didnât sell any china, Ms Lada. đŠ
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #30
I must tell you, Ms Fay, that the shags, bags, buns, crumbs poem was written by a man called Christopher Isherwood. My dad says he must have a good sense of âwho-moreâ. Iâd hate you to think that my dad wrote that poem himself My dad already has a really big head, as you can see from the above photo of us together, and I donât want it to get any bigger, in case it explodes and makes another mess for my mum to clean up đ€ŻđŠ
Lada đĄ Prkic
3 years ago #29
#25 Good morning, Spotty! Here where I live is 8 AM (CEST). I am sipping my morning latte and preparing to go to the green market to buy some people-food. Your dad is a very smart engine-ear (like me đ), and he is right when saying that the âremoveâ button is an annoying little âblogger'. The remove/delete confirmation dialogue is missing in case we delete something accidentally. This is what your dad calls âtwo-hit fail-safe.â We said that many times to the buzziest of all bees Mr Javier \ud83d\udc1d CR, and he promised to fix it (many times). In the meantime, 'bees' have to repair their lost comments. Your dad and I are good at repairing things. :)
Fay Vietmeier
3 years ago #28
Ken Boddie Precious âperky punky Poopsâ What a lucky feathered fellow are you Such poetic things ... dear dads will do ;~) I LOVED the poem about the cormorant (or shag) Those silly birds make their nest in a paper bag But clever no doubt ... if the lightening stays out And wandering bears ... with hot-cross buns Who may steal those bags to capture crumbs It would be fun to recite you poem playing drums ;~) Winnie my Pooh is a friendly famous bear He does not steal ... though he loves to SHARE Pooh is differently âdifferentâ ... His great dare ... is finding HONEY ... to him âimpossibleâ is rare He loves HUGS ... giving friends his greatest care And ânoâ he does not smell ... Oh my NO, not at all ... Poohâs heart is BIG ... but some of his friends are small. Some of Winnie the Poohâs words I recall ... The things that make me different are the things that make me." "People say nothing is impossible, but I do nothing every day." "Pooh!" he whispered
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #27
Fay Vietmeier
3 years ago #26
Fay Vietmeier
3 years ago #25
Ken Boddie Dearest âperky, punky Poopsâ I thank you for your sweet tweet reply In my little note I mentioned âbirds of a feather FLOCK togetherâ ... not flick Oh how people persons words can play tricks Words are like people. They donât always mix Change one letter and youâll get a new word This might be hard to understand for a bird âBirds of a feather FLOCK togetherâ ... means that people persons who like the same things & think the same way ... like to hang out together. But this behavior does not always bring out the best in birds ... or people persons Be careful: âFLICKâ is one way to âgive birds to people personsâ ... âOwls donât have the wit to wooâ Are you ever so sure this is true? Do you know Winnie the Pooh? ... He does poops too ... Pooh thinks owls are WISE Be assured, he never LIES
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #24
My dad says, Ms Lada, that you people persons with âengine-earsâ are good at repairing things, including lost comments. He also says that the âremoveâ button is an annoying little âbloggerâ cause it has no accidental âtwo hit fail-safeâ. I'm not sure what he means, but I hope nobody hits me two times, or even one time. I'm only little and I squash easily. đŠ
Lada đĄ Prkic
3 years ago #23
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #22
Hi there Ms Lada. I hope youâre well and that youâre looking after all my big black birdy friends In âCrow Aceâ, ya? I remember my dad telling me before that you both listen out for new things to build, since you both have âengine-earsâ. đŠ
Lada đĄ Prkic
3 years ago #21
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #20
Fay Vietmeier
3 years ago #19
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #18
My dad tells me, Mr John, that the Birds movie was made 57 years ago, way before he found me at breeder Auntie Maureenâs egg house. He told me there were lots of mad seagully birds in the movie. I donât like seagullies because they steal your fish and chips and have big splatty white poop. My dad tells me there are lots of big white lighthouse buildings in Australia, and that they were a different colour before the seagully birds decorated them with their splatty poo. đŠ
John Rylance
3 years ago #17
Poopy did you perhaps appear in Hitchcock's The Birds, adding no doubt some splashes of colour,as one of the PollyPeckers.
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #16
Thanks for your concern, Mr John, but although I'm getting old I can still sit up nice and straight on my perch, without any 'leanings'. I have met that famous actor Mr Jack Nicholson, however, when I was much younger and could fly out and about. I was flying over the cuckoo's nest at the time. đŠ
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #15
My dad tells me, Mr Pascal, that you love to run and ride your bike and are 'fighting fit'. I hope you don't come and fight with me, Mr Pascal. You look too handsome to be a fighter. I can't fight, but my only weapon is my little warm parcels of used food that I aim at the politicians' faces on the newspaper that sits on the bottom of my cage. I'm getting quite good at hitting the picture of that man with the yellow cat on his head. You could say that I never 'miss, chief'. đŠ
John Rylance
3 years ago #14
In the Spike Milligan play The Bed Sitting Room, the Prime Minister is a parrot. A line in the play is when Spike looks at the tray below the parrot and says "Looks like he has tabled another motion" Has Poops like you Ken, any theatrical leanings, maybe as Long John Silvers parrot?
Pascal Derrien
3 years ago #13
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #12
Paul Walters
3 years ago #11
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #10
#8 Hi Mr John. My dad doesnât worry too much about me doing my business, because I leave it mostly on the newspaper that he puts in the bottom of my cage. I hope youâre not a party pooper, Mr John. đŠ
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #9
Hi Mr Robert. My dad says the only dykes we have here in Oz ride motorcycles rather than hold water back. But if youâre looking for something to do with that finger of yours, I just love to get my head scratched. Iâll bet youâre a good head scratcher, Mr Robert. đŠ
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #8
Oh thanks, Miss Franci, have no fear, Cause Iâve no taste for viral beer, Good clean waterâs what I like, So Mexicans get on your bike. đŠ
John Rylance
3 years ago #7
John Rylance
3 years ago #6
Robert Cormack
3 years ago #5
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #4
Thank you, Miss Joyce, for your invitation to come and see you, but we have plenty of wooly rugs and other things that cover our floors here in Australia, so we're not a 'carpet empty' place like you say. My dad has some carpets that he bought in Persia a long time ago, but he says he can't get them started, otherwise we'd all fly over for a visit. đŠ
Joyce đ Bowen Brand Ambassador @ beBee
3 years ago #3
Brisbane? Australia? oooo goodness. Maybe you, mom, and dad should come here. Did you ever hear that Australia is a corporate entity of the USA? I just saw that paperwork last week.
Ken Boddie
3 years ago #2
Thank you Miss Joyce for being so nice. My dad says that you have been quite sick. Maybe you need somebody to scratch your head for you. I always feel really, really good when I get my head scratched. If you ever come to Brisbane Iâll preen your feathers for you. That should help. đŠ
Joyce đ Bowen Brand Ambassador @ beBee
3 years ago #1