They weren’t happy, but it didn’t matter. We moved to the woods the next year. Nobody comes here trick-or-treating, because they don’t know what kind of people live here (or what critters are lurking in the nearby trees). Nor should they. I’m pretty sure Chloe wouldn’t take any better to it than I did. She had enough of people poking at her when she lived in the aviary. It was public, where they invited people to see and pet the birds. She’s a beauty and didn’t mind the seeing, but the petting thing got old fast. She’s happy to have a home.
Bubbles is another story. Her first owner was a child, so she likes children. Daddy still takes her to school from time to time to visit them. But that’s just it – she comes home to us, and immediately resumes chasing and preening me. Quakers really do need to be around other birds. I’m not sure how Bubbles would react to trick-or-treating. She didn’t get to experience it in her former home, where she lived in the garage.
But these are useless ponderings, because it doesn’t matter. Halloween now is sitting on the porch or back deck until it gets dark, and then watching Halloween movies and eating popcorn. That suits me, and I think it suits the parronts as well. Besides, that candy gets expensive, and people are discouraging trick or treating and heading to church events more these days anyway. You never know what freaks are out there, especially now!
That’s all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend.