To your dog, you are a god. To your cat, you are a servant. To your fish, you are a ghost or a wizard. To your bird, you are an equal. You probably haven't noticed, but you have a shiny thing [earring] stuck in your earlobe; he'll remove it for you. You probably can't reach the top of your head, and the feathers [hair] up there needs preening; it's his specialty. You're amazed that he can talk; he's amazed that you can whistle.
He studies your mannerisms, as you study his. When his comb straight up, you know he's scared, when it's flat, he's threatened, when it's half way up, he's found something interesting and he's content. He tries to get your attention by knocking on things with his beak. He knocks his beak on the table, squats down, and holds his wings loosely to show that he is happy and he likes you, sometimes making the vague motions of knocking, though not actually making contact with his beak.
He's not afraid to climb, and he's not afraid to fall. He wants to be in the highest possible location. He is not satisfied by perching on your shoulder when your head offers the best view. He's not satisfied perching on your head when he could perch on a shower rack, open door, curtain rod, or fan blade.
Flocks stick together, and you should never have to do anything alone. When you eat, he eats. He studies what you eat, and occasionally, boldly ventures an outstretched beak into your bowl or onto your plate to test it out. When you sleep, he sleeps. If you cover his cage, but he knows you're awake, he makes talking noises, whistles to you, and peeks out from under the cover.
Yesterday Kavi went to a bird boarding house, where he can play with other birds until I come back from China.
-MsLin
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