And how do we get rewarded? With a wing clip. Can you believe that? As soon as they start to feel a bit better, out come the scissors for birdy barber-shop. It’s my fault. I enjoyed my freedom a bit too much and took to flying all over the downstairs. I flew from my cage to Zack and Chloe’s cages. I flew to the chairs, and to the couch. When I started flying to the kitchen and entryway, mommy said no more. She got scared that I’d get hurt flying into a kitchen appliance or worse yet, out the door. So chop chop, and we’re grounded.
Zack doesn’t seem to mind, but I found out that Zack has always been clipped and doesn’t know how to fly. Chloe is a bit put out. She did fly in the aviary, but she’s been clipped for so many years that she’s used to this. I guess I’ll adjust, too. Mommy says it’s for our safety. She doesn’t want us to get hurt, or to fly out of the door and get lost in the woods, or in a feral cat’s tummy. It makes the parronts sad to clip us, but they’re more scared with us flighted than they are sad over clipping us.
I still love the parronts, of course, and I get it. I was clipped when they adopted me, so I was enjoying some “soaring” time while I could. I’ll be glad to snuggle and play with them again. And I’m pretty sure I saw a pan of Jiffy Pop in the pantry. I think we’re getting a treat for our troubles soon!
That’s all today. Take care. Have a happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend.