The Bird Has Landed

The event we have all been waiting for has finally occured! Ok, so maybe it was just me, but I will try to overlook that.

I realize that I have mentioned nothing of my pets. I shall do so now: I am the proud keeper of two male budgies a.k.a. parakeets and a most narcissistic kitty-cat. My first birdie, whose name is Tony, I got for my 6th birthday, so he's more than 8 years old now. My second I aquired just a few months ago from the Magnificent Mikayla when she moved to Colorado.

Anyway, about a year after we got Tony, we had started letting him fly around the house. He seemed happier after we did this, and he became a quite adept flier fairly soon. And another year after he was zipping through the air, I was sitting next to his cage, and he landed on my head. Yes, that is correct, he sat on my head on built his nest in my hair. He didn't literally build a nest in my hair, but he did hang on it and look down into my eyes. Quite hilarious image.
(What I just said reminded me of a quote from another fantabulous book, Walk Two Moons, by Sharon Creech. It goes: "You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair." Love that, had to mention it.)

So ever since I got Marvel, Parakeet the Second, I let him fly around too, and I've been waiting for him to land on my head like Tony does. And today was the day!! I was washing both birds' cages in the bathtub, as is the weekly ritual in my house, and I set them flying somehow, and without a place to land they both circled a bit, but Tony landed on my head, and Marvel did too after he circled once more. I called my Dad in and he said, "You've got bird decorations!" which I suppose is an accurate way of putting it. I mean, look at this:



But don't look at my pimple. Curse those darn things...