I've got 2 pounds of blue and gold dork hanging off my shirt collar by a beak, she's pulled it over my shoulder and down along my arm. She's just hanging by one foot egging me on to get into the bird room. Pointing with one reaching foot while dangling by my elbow.
I type, she tugs. I look down. She looks up and reaches toward the room filled with her favorite foods. Obviously she can't eat alone today.
And by the sounds of things hitting the floor in there, Snickers can.
The last 2 days the road resurfacing guys have been very eager to get to work. 5:30am eager. No bueno.
Kirby is fast asleep on top of the cockatiels' flight, back to the window, red beak hidden in a soft mound of baby blue shoulder feathers.
He'd be doing that on my shoulder if Butters wasn't currently trying to get me out of my parked space in front of this computer.