One of my favourite parts of the day is sorting through my breakfast bowl. I usually find a treat at the bottom and those brussel sprout pieces make great missiles to hurl at the dogs. Incidentally, my aim is getting much better. But I have noticed a definite downturn in the quality of the muffins recently, I’m very particular about what goes in them. The bits I don’t like up on the floor of the cage, I don’t feel I need to say it clearer than that.

So when I saw the pellets soaking and the ingredients coming out the cupboard I thought I better get out there and offer some advice. I did make it clear that it was advice only, I obviously wasn’t going to get involved in the business of mixing. I have an owner for that, but I need to let her know how much of everything to add then I will get exactly what I want.

There is definitely a place for vegetables, but I’m not sure that ‘in my muffins’ is that place. If my owner wants to put the colourful filler in then she should put them in, in large chunks so that they can be easily picked out. She has tried to be sneaky in the past and used a grater or masher for the vegetables but I am wise to that trick. While her back was turned I slipped the grater under the newspaper. Fooled her. It was hard not to laugh but I have perfected my innocent face and just carried on preening while she looked for it. If I repeated some of the words she said then I’d be banned from walnuts for the rest of the day. The nut issue is key too. It started so promisingly but a recent downturn has been noted, there’s never enough of them in there. Not a problem for someone as clever as me, I dropped the recipe card on the floor and while her back was turned knocked in a few extra nuts. Brilliant, I even managed to grab one for myself as well. I did it three times before I was put on the stand and I was even given another walnut piece to nibble on for coming up with such an ingenious plan.

I must say I was feeling really pleased with myself until I saw the carrots come out. I feel that I’m in danger of labouring my point when I say that I’m appalled and disgusted that anyone given the honour of waiting on me would even consider carrots in my muffins. A few ear nibbles and fly-bys later and she got the message. I distracted her enough so barely half a carrot made it in and all in nice big chunks so I can remove them later. I think I deserve freshly baked muffins every day, if she’s got time to make fresh bread every day then she’s got time to make me fresh muffins. They smell so good when they’ve just come out the oven. Maybe she could make her bread in big batches and freeze it to give her more time to make mine fresh? Just a thought.

OOH! I just heard the oven peeping. That means my muffins are ready. I’m off to see if I can grab a fresh one, like butter wouldn’t melt in my beak hehehe!

A man allegedly threatened a woman with a pair of scissors and kicked her in the knee, before stealing her large African grey parrot in South Marine Drive.

The thief demanded the animal in lieu for a debt the woman and her partner allegedly owed him on December 22 last year.

The bird, which has a grey body, a red tail and a black beak, talks and whistles and often says “Henry”.

A man and a woman have been voluntarily interviewed by police in connection with the theft.

Anyone with information can call police on 0845 6060222

The base

With wooden perches

Me wrapping sisal rope round the dowel perches

Mai trying it for size

2 Baby grey’s and JK giving it a go!

A plain swing i made a little more interesting!

They all seem to love it and enjoy the different toys i put on week by week so it is a little more interesting, very cheap too!!!

Ant and Makosi have hatched one of three eggs so two more to go fingers crossed!

Here is a photo of proud Mummy and Daddy and the little chick.

Lalji, a nine-year-old African grey parrot, was reunited with his distraught owner Pie Chambers, after escaping from a cage in the garden of her home in Corsley.

After three days on the run, Lalji, who knows more than 500 words and phrases, found himself four miles from home, in an enclosure with Longleat’s pride of lions, sparking a rescue mission by keepers.

Ms Chambers, 66, who has had Lalji since he was a nine-week-old chick, said he didn’t utter a word for four days after his ordeal.

“He obviously had a traumatic experience because he didn’t speak when he came back,” she said. “The first word he said following all this was ‘love you’. I felt very weepy afterwards.

“He’s a great chum and I was bereft without him.”

Lalji – whose name has Hindi origins with Lal meaning red, referring to his red tail, and ji being an informal greeting – escaped from his cage on May 23.

He was spotted by Longleat keepers on May 26 perching on a fence watching the safari park’s seven lionesses.

Resident parrot expert, Jon Ovens, from Longleat’s Animal Adventure was called in to help, but attempts to woo Lalji down using a resident female parrot failed and a large net had to be used to capture him.

Ms Chambers added: “It was a nice day, so he had been in a cage in the garden. I looked over to him and all of a sudden the cage was empty – I noticed afterwards it had a faulty door.

“I was actually on my way to the wildlife park to look for him on Wednesday morning when I got a call from them to say he was in with the lions.

“It was very scary – he could have become their lunch at any moment.”

Ms Chambers runs trips to India focusing on arts and crafts and moved to Corsley from India in 2008, after spending nine years there.