Pickled Parrots

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled parrots.

I wanted to pickle a few parrots this morning.

They woke me up, squawking in the trees overhead as I was trying to sleep to the sound of the rain. There must have been a million of them. OK, well, maybe 50. But trust me, 50 parrots is enough. Now understand, I am so thankful and amazed to live on an island filled with these majestic green birds. They fly by twos from the hills down to the beach and back every day. 

But I thought parrots were supposed to talk. You know, say something meaningful. And I guess, just because I don't understand their native language, doesn't mean they aren't saying something meaningful. Now that I think about it, I guess maybe I should take the time to learn their language instead of expecting them to know mine. Isn't that what you are supposed to do when you live in a foreign country?