Sunday, 6 July 2014


Thanks to Nea, the little shitter now has a majesty cage. Now she thinks she's a canary and won't shut up. I stretched some ribbons across the cage and put a stick in it, so she has to learn how to balance and walk and stretch her wings and tail and do all kinds of exercises, starting with walking towards me when I am giving her food through the bars. This was a success in half an hour's training and then not so much, when she calculated that if all the best food comes from outside, maybe trying to get through the bars is a good idea. But now mostly she's just singing and when we walk by, giving us the "give me another one!" look. 
Not that I have a fat bird or anything..