***He is on a harness. Do not take any bird outside without a cage
or restraint! Even a clipped one can make a fatal escape.***
Things people have said upon seeing Rowan at the park:
“Is it real? It’s not real is it?”
“I didn’t know you could have a bird on a leash!”
“I’m so jealous. My birds are stupid and all they ever do is bite me.”
“What kind of hawk is that?”
“Whoa, I’ve never seen a bird on a leash. I thought they were just cage pets.”
“He’s so patriotic! All red white and blue!”
*upon seeing me take out a tissue to clean up after him* CAN I DO IT?
*holding out handful of m&m’s* Does the birdy want a treat?
“Aww, poor bird, taken from his home and forced to live in a cage. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
Child: “Mommy! Look! A bird! Can I go pet it?” Mother: “No. This is my biggest nightmare and we’re leaving right now.”
Person 1: “Ooooh, look! A bird!” Person 2: “It’s just a parrot though, right?” Me: “…Yes?” Person 2: *disappointed grunt before they both walk away*
*pulling lint-covered dog treat from pocket* Can he have this?
Person: “What kind of parrot is that?” Me: “He’s a maximilian pionus parrot.” Person: “So…is there like… a common name, or..?”
*jumps in front of me and worldlessly offers hand for Rowan to step up on without permission*
Child: *offers hand* Rowan: *refuses* Me: “He’s afraid of your gloves.” Child: “Oh, don’t worry Rowan! These are my sister’s gloves!” *offers again* Me: “…He still doesn’t like them.”
Person: “Can I pet your bird?” Me: “No, but you can hold him.” Person: “Oh, so no handshake but a hug is totally fine.”
Person: “A BIRD. I’m terrified of birds but he’s so pretty. Can I get a closer look?” Me: *moves closer* Person: “He’s so scary but I love him. Does he talk?” Me: “On his own terms.” Person: “What does he say?” Me: “Well, he sings Row, Row, Row Your Boat and–” Person: *starts singing* Rowan: *joins in* Person: *biggest smile ever*
Person: “Can it talk?” Me: “Only when he wants to.” Person:
“Make it talk!”