I'm not sure when it actually happened, but somewhere along the line these last few years the parrot's eating habits became mine. I generally stray away from dairy and meats anyway, and I'm not a fan of sugar. So maybe it didn't "become", so much as just slip into line. At any rate, there it is, I eat like a bird.
I've also taken on odd table habits while eating. I catch myself at restaraunts guarding my plate and piling all the condiments, cutlery, napkings and loose items into a defensive corner. Oddly children in the vacinity don't even bat an eye. Their parents seem to linger in their glances attempting to make sense of the fort of items while wondering where my kids are at.
I've also taken on habit while dining out to order for the parrot's leftovers more so than for my dinner. I read menus with a parrot brain. I consider what I can eat, so I can bring something home to them. I suppose that's just a translation from grocery store habits. I am looking for food. I order meals and ask for things to have things on the side of things, so as not to mix things in objectionable manners. Felix really doesn't like his brocolli perverted by any other foods. So, I need mine served in a separate bowl. Waitresses love me, they need a serving platter stand, and 3 assistants to bring out my meals.
I shop for clothes thinking of my parrots, too. I can't wear thin material around the house, Kirby snags his little claws on shirts like that. I can't wear clothes with patterns, bawbles, glitter, sparkles, buttons, bows, bright graphics or patches either. My wardrobe consists of white and black T Shirts basically. My "in the home" wardrobe is four times larger than my "out of the house" wardrobe, too. Parrots churn and chew and shred shoulder areas and collars and seams. I suppose I could get them to stop that, but hey, it's part of their preening me, and that's quite nice. I don't mind. Most of my "in the home" wardrobe comes from thrift stores. I'm not investing in retail numbers here. And besides, nothing says bodacious bird mom like a T Shirt that says "Keep on Truck'n" with a big foot walking toward you.
I paint murals on our walls. Yes, I am an artist, and it tends to be expected I'll do something like that anyway. But in practicallity, a parrot can not throw a mural off a wall like a framed picture. Oh, sure they can lick it maybe, but I'm not Willy Wonka and that's not Snozberry flavored. So they tend to ignore the art as an object. I've painted paintings of paintings on the wall. Which is hilarious! Butters still can't quite get over the fact there really is no edge to grab and pull on. Keeps her busy.
We have multiple sets of measuring cups and spoons in our kitchen. Well actually, we have an eclectic collection of mismatched and chewed on, bent and dented measuring cups. I don't cook, I don't care. Parrots are fabulous assistants in the kitchen, if you lower your expectations about dinner.
It's not about the parrot changing for us, and it's not about us changing for the parrot, it's about the flock finding the new definitions inside a new set of rules. One needs to be flexible, patient, and more attached to emotions than things to truly have a companion parrot. It's a relationship not pet ownership.
I love Mark Twain's "Following the Equator". A quote sings to my personality. "She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot."
Keeping a parrot is living life successfully. Hang out in the middle of things, It's alot more fun.