Parrot on the Beach
Stroll
Gráinne takes regular trips to the beach,
kelp
where she likes to climb around in the kelp knots…
Otters
…and watch the otter family dine on crabs and fishes.
muttering
This morning she heard an unusual muttering and flapping sound,
Come on!
…coming from an escaped Parrot.
Persuaded
It was persuaded to hop down off the rock…
Passenger
and ride home on Gráinne’s shoulder…
Salty
Quimper Hittys 
Quaint!
Quaint Quaker Quimper questions queerly questionable quotations!
Mary Ann will have the parrot speaking politely in no time at all, I’m sure!
I am not entirely sure about that, the venerable parrot may be set in its ways!
She was very lucky to have found a beautiful bird who needed a home!
She was so happy to find him, and is hoping Mary Ann doesn’t object to the verbiage!
oh my goodness – salty language in the cupboard!. Grainne needs some plimsolls, winter is coming.
She has tough feet, but perhaps Rose will knit her some socks and we can find some kind of footwear for her…
Just the thing for our little Pirate lass. I am certain however that the look on Mary Ann’s face is NOT approval of any salty language!
I fear Mary Ann may be hunting for books on how to convert heathen parrots into well-bred birds.