And You Thought Parrots Couldn't Count?

During one of the weekly cleaning routines recently, I had to separate Sun-Ray with her eggs by locking her in the balcony while I was washing the cage. As you would expect, she went frantic watching her home being taken away while she could only watch helpessly. She couldn't stop screaming the whole time!

When the drying up under the hot sun was done, everything was put into places back again. The toys were rotated, and the food and drink bowls' positions were changed. The final chore was to put bedding into the nestbox, and then her two eggs. Somehow, in a rush, one of her eggs slipped through my fingers and fell on the floor.

I was frozen for a moment, guilt was gradually emerging inside me. What had I done? I cracked Sun-Ray's egg! How could I've been so careless? She must be mad! She must be worried!!

Then, it wasn't long before I began to reason to myself that birds can't count.

Few days have passed since, and Sun-Ray haven't been out of the nestbox as frequently as before. As a matter of fact, I haven't been touching and petting her almost a week now. Is she sick? I even started to imagine the worst! Slowly, I investigated inside the nestbox by unlocking the below entrance. Startled, Sun-Ray was looking angry at me with feathers all ruffled up. She was rocking her body side to side, hissing fumingly... but she was well.

And you thought parrots couldn't count? My eyes caught sight of two extra fresh-looking oval things. It turned out that she had laid another eggs, and now she has three to keep herself busy!

Photo: One is just ain't enough!