Your parrot is not dead. It’s probably pining for one of these.

I sit up high within the sky, then fall though I was never thrown. If you are below, look out for the flow, a steady rhythm from my throne.

When you let your animals out to pasture, And you need to keep an ear out for wherever they meander, You can grace them with this fabulous accessory. Any material will do, so long as it can make a loud enough clatter and can cut through insects' incessant chatter Now you can get your chores done, or even rest a spell, Alternatively, as Ferrell would say, 'Needs more'...?

I'm born of breath, a fragile sphere, Rainbow skinned, I disappear, What am I?

The wind blows, but I don't move. I disappear in the sunlight and go underwater and not get wet. What am I?