
Our hotel in Granada was home to a couple of little green parakeets and two larger parrots like this one. I never saw the older and larger parrot, but I did see lots of the younger, newer addition. My first morning in Granada I woke up to find this parrot sitting on top of a chair outside my room. He sang the same three notes my childhood cockateal sang and so I whistled to him. He seemed to like this and walked along the top of the chair to me and then lifted up his foot. I took this to mean he wanted a lift (his wings were clipped) and put out my hand. He hopped on and looked at me while making chatty little bird noises. I walked towards the main courtyard where his food was waiting and showed Papa my new friend. The fun didn't last for long however, as he had made his way up to my shoulder and refused to get down! The manager eventually came over to forcibly remove him from me. Matt and Papa were no help. They thought it was just too funny.
That evening when we got back from our day hiking in the cloud forest the parrot was sitting in the courtyard and whistled to us. I whistled back and I think he must have remembered me because after I walked back to my room to shower I heard him outside. He had followed me and was sadly standing on the ground looking up at me. I had learned my lesson that morning and would not pick him up, so he settled for standing on my feet. It was so cute, but sad at the same time. Everywhere I walked he tried to run after me while pathetically squawking. After a while I hid in my room with the hope that he would eventually find a new mommy to imprint on.



