For Tim’s birthday, early this year, we bought him a parakeet. He named him Quint, and has taken good care of him. He’s trained him to chirp on command (really!), to get up on his finger when he says “up,” and to hop off when he says “down.” Now, that’s one smart bird, right? So much for that “bird brain” theory.
Tim is moving out of his house this coming week (more about that later), and has put everything but his bed in storage in preparation. It was time to move Quint out, so he has come to stay with us. Wish me luck in birdsitting for the next few days.