Sunidesus Speaks

I went downstairs to get myself a glass of water. A certain someone decided he had to tag along and rode down on my shoulder. I filled my glass and he hopped his little fuzzy butt into the sink and decided to take a bath.

That itself is an experience to behold! He gets right under the stream of water and shakes his whole body flicking water everywhere. We have a routine, I keep my hand down in the sink and he'll climb up on it from time to time. When he does I'll hold him up and ask, "Are you done?" If he isn't finished he'll hop back into the sink, if he is finished he'll climb up my shirt onto my shoulder.

After a few rounds of "Are you done?" he decided he was clean and came back upstairs with me. So now there's a sopping wet birdie in my bedroom. He'll forget he's wet and try to fly to me and because his feathers aren't dry he can't get any altitude and barely makes it to me.

Such a silly birdie I've got.