Tiny Beak and Big Chaos

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Every morning my home bursts into life when he returns, crawls into my bed, and showers me with a flurry of pecks. And the chaos begins. He’s a whirlwind—screaming, throwing tantrums worthy of a drama queen (of course, he takes after me!), and turning the house upside down if I’m out of sight. I’m on an emotional rollercoaster—laughing, missing him when he’s gone, and eagerly awaiting his return. He has my world wrapped around his tiny beak!

Then there’s his endless babbling...God save my ears! Through him, I’ve truly understood: If you love something, set it free.

Of Wings and Wishes...

That evening, I whispered a wish into the wind, unaware if the sky would keep it or carry it along. Time passed—long enough for a flicker of hope to soften at the edges but not quite fade away. And then—like a story writing itself—he appeared. Not a dream, nor a trick of my memory, but real—feathers ruffled by the very wind that once carried him away. Perhaps the world is a circle, or perhaps some wishes have wings. 

Maybe it was the love I sent into the vast unknown that has finally found its way home.