*Xfpdfkdooo*
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.