Building Trust with your Parrot
Butters rests heavy on my shoulder but her whispers and purrs are weightless. I had intended on going upstairs and doing a bit of art and writing. I had intended on sewing, writing, and maybe sculpting. But you see, Butters saw me standing in the darkened office typing away. Just me, catching up on parrot consultations, emails and the like. The clicking was too inviting for her. She is my office assistant.
The house is quiet, except for the campaign raging on Xbox in the bird room. Felix shoot laser beams at alien beings as his human dad shoots them with more. Snickers is busy with his girlfriends, transporting them back and forth and back and forth between cages and treetops. That's his fault. If he'd commit there wouldn't be that much work involved.
Kirby is asleep one foot up with a full crop on top of the Cockatiel Horde's aviary. We shared lunch and he is in full digest mode. Kirby is a serious eater, loving food the way he does.
With Butters purring in my ear and preening that ear randomly, how can I move? How can I break this bond simply to go art? I can't. I'm creating another kind of art. Trust. I am building a beautiful relationship.