That space in time where your macaw hasn't done the morning poop yet and has chosen to burrow in your bed blankets first. Then sticks his head out from under said blankets, laughs at you, and you think he's working up that waddle, but he's not. Then he disappears under the blankets again, laughing at you.
Not cool Snickers.
LeoBun has decided the only recreational opportunity for today is kicking all his bedding out of the Condo while growling like a little beastie. He has followed this up with binky, ramp run, binky, ramp run, slam a water bottle, toss a toy. Binky. This could be Morris Code.
I have roughly five statements made by flock clients that I can't get out of my head. One that gnaws on my heart quietly like a tapeworm is "He's just so RESTRICTING!!!" (caps and punctuation applied by the writer, not me). Restricting. I stand here typing with a big blue chicken on my right shoulder, a Felix to my right napping on a Felix tent, a Kirby on my left wrist lusting over the keys I am busy tapping, songs of cockatiels fill the house and a gorgeous male Scarlet we named Snickers enjoying breakfast nearby on his favorite breakfast spot.
I find my world expanded, softened, elevated, challenged and celebrated because of our companions.
It's the unreasonable expectations that are restricting. Parrots or no.