This is a travel day for me, so I've posted these photos to give you a Monday morning chuckle.
My mom's parakeet developed a funny habit in her declining years. She overcame her fear of flying into the kitchen of my mom's apartment, and she figured out how to pry the door of the cupboard open and slip inside.
Mom would eventually realize Birdie was missing and would call out, "Birdie, where are you?"
Birdie peeped an answer from inside the cupboard.
"You better come out of there," Mom said.
And Birdie would nudge the cupboard door open enough to peer out.
Eventually she learned to push the door hard enough that it would stay partway open. From her perch inside the cupboard, Birdie supervised all activity in the kitchen until she grew bored and returned to her toys by her cage in the living room.
Yes, the cupboard required frequent cleanings. My brother got that job. Ha.
Birdie had a few other tricks, but nothing quite as much fun as the birdie in the cupboard game. She was the tamest bird I've ever met.
When I came to visit, she was nosy, but mostly wanted to inspect my shoes. She liked my shoelaces and the Nike Swoosh. She would have liked to land on my head, but I wasn't too interested in that idea.
It's pretty strange that we became so attached to this parakeet. Over time, however, I decided her little birdie brain held a lot more information than I would have thought possible.
Birdie is gone now. I'm glad my brother managed to get these photos. How else would anyone believe such a silly story?