A very young cockatoo visited this afternoon...
"I'm exploring!" he said, proudly, as he prowled the garden, tasting things... ha ha.
I don't know much about those mushrooms, except that they've lived out their useful lives, but it would seem that they taste awful, ha ha...
The "Eew! Yuk! That tastes horrible!" look on his face was priceless, ha ha...
Walking around the garden with him, actually that's probably more accurately described as tagging along, about three feet behind, ha ha, is fun...
Everything's okay as long as he's heading in one direction, but if he decides to stop, and turn back, then I'm left with few options, unless I want to receive the scowling of a lifetime, the penalty for not getting out of his way, fast enough... ha ha.
He stopped, suddenly, as if the importance of his announcement required that he was standing still... ha ha...
"I'm on my own" he said, proudly...
I nodded, looking to the treetops... One... Two... Oh, half a dozen birds who were innocently sunning themselves, in a position that coincidentally gave them a clear view over the garden... ha ha.
That's the thing about being independent", I said... "It's all about being independent...", ha ha.
For all I know those birds were innocently sunning themselves... Weren't they? (Innocent tone of voice...) ha ha.
He is loved beyond a measure that he can count...
And I'm flattered that his watchers watched on, quietly, trusting me to walk with him as he occupied himself with his latest adventure... ha ha...
Meanwhile, on the other side of the garden, two old man birds passed the day sleeping in a tree, happy, comfortable, at home in the place they call home...
🙂
