And then there is The Stig. He just sits on his perch, laughing at the world, and cherking me up. He has seen the Worst life has to offer (Molting Season) and has come through it, singing his little Happy Songs of World Defeet!
“I, Stigasaurus the Magnificent, shall chirp and twitter at you all! And there is nothing you can do about it!” he snickered inside his beak befre paying absolute attention to the current show on the tube.
Those licentious “nature programs” were currently on.
We were at Petsmart on Saturday to get crickets, and they have a Sun Conure for sale. A young man came by and chirped at it, and it hopped over to the edge so the young man could scratch its feathers. Stretched a wing out, rolled its eyes up in its head and sighed ... it was like Jake in a sunbeam! “You can scratch me here ... okay, now here ... no, that’s enough, over on the other side!”