One Tiny Spiritual Item, My Parrot

I was able to say a prayer last night. First time in awhile. I don't know why I have such trouble with spiritual matters.
Sometimes I think it may have something to do with having been in a cult for the first eleven years of my life. Still, I try and I think God honors every effort.
and now for something completely different: I am watching my parrot systematically destroy the drapes. He's being quiet so I'm letting him. He's usually behind them, working on a particular area and I occasionaly see his tail or maybe an eyeball peeking out. He's an industrious little guy.