Somebody’s enjoying the fall, I see.
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.
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.
Darn right I’m their sugar-mama.
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.)