When I was a child, my family owned a cockatiel parrot named Rodney. Rodney was a parrot who thought she was a dog and she was an escape artist. Even when we put her in her cage, she always found a way to escape. Her wings were clipped, but she could glide very well. Because she thought she was a dog, she would follow all the dogs in the house and sometimes boss them around. Her favorite spot would be perching on my father’s shoulder.
Also, my neighborhood has a flock of wild parrots who fly over us and scream. Some people wake up to rooster crows, but my neighborhood wakes up to these parrots’ screams. It is because of these parrots that the local ravens and crows don’t attack the smaller birds.
Parrots are the smartest animals in the world. They have the problem solving skills of a six-year-old child in a brain the size of a walnut.
I am thinking of doing a homage to Rodney and my neighborhood parrots by making a fantasy creature that is parrot-like.