Snuggled up against my neck.
I know if I disturb her
I'm going to get a peck.
She thinks if she is napping
I should be napping, too;
She thinks she knows exactly
What I should and should not do.
She thinks that I should hold her food;
She hates to dine alone.
And I should open up her cage
The instant I come home.
She thinks that I should pet her
On her neck and on her face
Her beak is there to guide me
Should I scratch in the wrong place.
She thinks all drawers belong to her.
She builds her nests in there.
There are no eggs or boy birds
But she doesn't seem to care. .
She thinks the T.P. tube's a toy
In which to hide, and wait.
Until I tempt her with a stick
To AMBUSH ATTACK the bait!
This is just a partial list
But I think you get the picture.
It's amazing how a tiny bird
Is such a strong willed creature!
She doesn't have a clicker
But it's clear that she can train.
I think, in fact, that I'm the one
With the proverbial "bird brain"!
I say "she thinks" but in reality, "she knows" 'cause I do all the things she thinks I should do
P.S. Buddy update: she is still hanging in there. Still feather plucking, still on meds, but still HERE--more than 2 months after I thought she was never coming home from the vet hospital







