About seven miles of biking from home to gym to art fair to home to catsitting place and home again. Also a 2K freestyle.
Blake is dozing on my shoulder. He shakes and a minor dust cloud rises, filling my nostrils with sweet buddy dust. He grooms the tendrils around my ear, because really my hair is a mess. He tucks, and then wakes up again to puff or chew his beak.
And I'm supposedly to get up and go to bed?
The biggest disadvantage to parrot companionship is not the uncontrollable shitting. It's not being allowed to sleep together.