I thought Chloe taught her that her stress becomes our stress. Did she forget, nor just not get it at all? I didn’t like her rushing around the kitchen, muttering about all that had to be done. Flock emergency! Time to get a beak on the problem and eat it! I think it finally occurred to her when Zack chewed down his softie perch and it crashed to the floor. He didn’t bite her, though. He just stared at her with those big, handsome conure eyes like “now you have to stop to put a new perch in here because I'm so darn cute and sweet, and you can't resist my conure-charm.” And he cackled and fluffed up when she replaced it. More kissies. More snuggles. More apologies from her for being frazzled. A list for the pet store to pick up more seed and another perch (and toys, maybe?). And she was actually out of the door on time. See? She had time to slow down, and hopefully relaxed on the commute. Stressed is no way to start the day!
I hope she learned her lesson. What’s more, I hope she learns that I’m no simply feasting on her flesh when I bite her. I’m trying to tell her something, Quaker style. She just has to learn Quaker-ese. And, I suppose, I have to learn some more human communication as well. Zack has this down pretty well and thankfully, he’s helping me.
That’s all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend!
Luv,
Bubbles