Premonitions...

Chatting gaily at our favorite Bar&Grill, the birds whistled and strutted. This place was one of the group's favorites - a large enclosed outside aviary with resident parrots in free flight and pet parrots welcome to visit and play in the spacious quarters. Chino (called "Bryan" in this dream) made occassional visits to my shoulder for reassurance and kisses but spent most of his time intimidating the other Amazons and looking for unattended snack plates. Eventually we left, and for some reason I forgot "Bryan", and didn't realize it until we were almost home. Running crazily back to the Bar&Grill, I was ashamed of my own irresponsibility at leaving "Bryan". The place was closed but I could see the bartender doing his side work and I banged on the door. He let me in, and I cried out for "Bryan" hoping he would immediately come to my side. The bartender kept trying to foist off other birds on me, but all of them had yellow heads and "Bryan" has no yellow at all. Several little handicapped birds perched expectantly on my arms and shoulders but none were "Bryan". I was frantic - calling, begging, pleading for "Bryan" to come to me. More parrots with yellow heads rustled up as I began to lose hope, and then "Bryan" materialized out of the phycus and came sweetly to my shoulder.

MAN...talk about anxiety dream. But even so, listen to what REALLY happened...

I go to work and mid-morning get a ringy-dingy from Betty, the Pet Haven director. "Do you want a couple of Amazons?" she asks.
"Okily Dokily," I respond.
"Well, I've called someone else and you're just my back-up, but I wanted to check."
"Sure, just call if you need help."

About a million calls later and rescuing Betty from her sense of misdirection, I absorb a Double Yellow Head, and a Yellow Naped Amazon into my living room.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm??