This morning Bishop, our green-winged macaw, checked her calendar and decided once and for all it's spring, and by god she was going to her outside aviary. Period. So now she's sitting outside, puffed up like a bluejay in January, in a flite half full of snow. She can come in any time she wants, but she's so far holding the line.
This is the opposite of her usual response to the first snow every fall, where she insists on going outside and sticking her big red head in the snow to prove to herself that we're not torturing her by keeping her inside.
4 comments:
Some behaviors are not generated nor respond to intellectual argument. Take "pon farr" for instance...
How's Bishop?
How long did he make it outside?
Bishop last 30 minutes before she came to a window and asked to be let in...she scowled at me, raised the big red feathers on the top of her head and made it clear that winter was ALL MY FAULT!
mb
Isn't everything your faul, MB (at least as far as Bishop is concerned ;) )
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