I’ve been sitting here doing homework, reading forums, and watching a show on geishas while spending time with my ‘tiel. She’s molting, pinfeathers all over.
Dust covers the shoulder towel. She fluffs her feathers to realign them, and a cloud of dust rises. She would sit here all night with me scratching her head, face, and neck, if I let her. She’d rather spend time with me than eat her evening oatmeal.
Hubby comments my fingers are much finer than his and are better suited to bird scratching. He thinks this is why the ‘tiels and ‘toos prefer my scratching to his. I’m not convinced, but I won’t argue.
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