Sin climbing upside down
And now, just ‘cause I can, we have Sinny-babe climbing upside-down to get the last bit of millet that’s out of reach. Girl loves her millet, baby.
And now, just ‘cause I can, we have Sinny-babe climbing upside-down to get the last bit of millet that’s out of reach. Girl loves her millet, baby.
Peeps, budding artist that he is, attempting to get his beak around a Tria marker
Sin appearing to goose Herobear but actually chewing the booklet he’s sitting on
There is nothing like a bird randomly giving his chirpiest of chirps as he sits on your left shoulder, and you find your left ear ringing and deaf for the next few minutes.
Oh, Peepster. You don’t know your own strength.
Want to know the secret to melting a girl’s heart?
Be a bird.
Cute-and-fluffy-ness beyond compare.
Not a bird? Sorry, can’t help you there. You’ll just have to suffer.
(Posted a day early since it’s his birthday over at his timezone.)
This past weekend, I nearly lost my Sinny-babe. It happened so fast that there was no time for me to panic, but now that she’s safe and sound and happily munching on rice, I can engage in all the cardiac arrest I want.
She’s such an intelligent, booty-ful bird.
Just came back from visiting my hometown of Kota Bahru. You’ll notice most of the pics are of food. That’s what M’sia is mostly about, y’ know. Good food in the sun.
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