Parrots are a damn cool bird. Majestic... colorful... the ability to mimic the words of their owners. Unfortunately, Edwin’s bird is pretty insufferable these days. The four-letter words that winged-beast must be muttering on a nightly basis are crude and entirely unnecessary. She’s a product of her environment, and I can’t imagine she’s surrounded by overwhelming positivity lately.
Today was good though. Good, nice words were uttered today.
That’s not to say it’s Edwin’s fault though. He’s a good father. A caring, nurturing father. One of those dads that would do anything for the birds and boys around him.