Indeed there have been two events of great excitement. The first – I stepped both my feet onto Mum’s hand tonight – twice! - and stayed there for a few minutes on both occasions. I can get closer to her face from there – had a good look up her sleeve as well. I scrape my beak all over and nibble her fingers and so on.. she doesn’t seem to notice a thing!
Shortly after that I had been told to go to bed, it was too late for a birdie to be up, in the semi light of the glow from the firestove. And then - IT happened.
I somehow got stuck half falling off my perch and the edge of my bedroom door – I screamed and screamed and screamed. Mum came running, Dog Angela came running – the lights came on – just as I was able to climb back onto my perch as normal. I was quite disgruntled and fluffed up by then! Mum stroked me and said I was a good boy and then she moved my bedroom cage closer to the front of the big cage so if I fell again I would not have to do the splits to get back up. I calmed down a bit and then Mum said bedtime again and turned off the light. I was pleased to see that both Mum and Angela came to help me and see what was wrong – that Dog Angela is not such a bad sort really. And I am settling down for the night. A good cup of coffee would not go amiss, but somehow us birds don’t get offered coffee.