Ooh La La

Hey, it's a blog! How cute.

My cockatiel has recently decided to learn how to fly (which she does quite competently, despite her after-journey wheezing resembling that of an obese marathon runner), causing her to violently flap around the house in her somewhat endless explorations. As lovely as it is to see a little white-faced cockatiel zoom around with all the authority of Buzz Lightyear, I worry that she'll hit her little head against a window thinking the sun is an attainable treat of some kind, or into a wall for no reason whatsoever ...

She also seems to enjoy colliding into me whenever possible, particularly when I'm about to leave the house. I think she feels lonely without me sitting in front of her doing whatever work I have available and picking her up whenever she attempts to cause some sort of mischief. Though her soujourns into the bright blue yonder to my head were rare occurences in the past, they've bcome much more frequent. I wonder if she sees me as some big hairless bird of some kind that talks in a funny voice.

On that note, I wonder what she's thinking about in general. Do birdie-wirdies have birdie-wirdie thoughts? Does she dream of all the millet she can eat on plates of cuttlebone? Is there some big tree in the sky she can climb upon endlessly to her heart's content? Can she stop chewing on both my head phones and the erasers of my pencils?

*sigh*

In other news, it's raining. Rather, it did. Therefore, I am being lazy.

Tootles.