#big fat lovebird

My super-spoiled baby lady.

Miss Wiglet eventually always positions herself right over my heart. She must be instinctively drawn to a heartbeat.

She really loves when I gently dig my fingers deeply into her feathers around her neck and shoulders and massage the skin underneath. She wants me to do it for hours and scolds me when I stop. She’s a bossy little lovebucket. I’m always shocked at how skinny her neck is under all those feathers. Hers is about the diameter of my thumb. They’re so fragile, them boids.

Once the sun starts setting though, she’s had enough of cozy warm studio time, and starts pacing and purrrruping back and forth at the sliding glass door that leads to the path to her coop, and the Mean Girls who torment her. I’m only her daylight boyfrent.