Sunday with Spoots (4)

I spent part of a Sunday afternoon taking pictures of Spoots, our newest and liveliest cockatiel. I think he would spent every second outside his cage if we would let him, and we are convinced that Spoots was already spoiled when we purchased him, although I'm sure we have made him even more so.

 

I recommend having a cockatiel as a sure cure for the blues. Who needs Comedy Central when you can have one of these creatures instead? Spoots somehow manages to combine clumsiness with speed, a fact which has given rise to some hugely entertaining episodes. For instance, one day I allowed him to roam around the table while I was eating a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I tried to interest him in other things on the table, but he kept moving toward the bowl, his intentions perfectly obvious. Finally he succeeded, and before I realized what was happening, Spoots had jumped onto the rim of the bowl, waded into it like MacArthur at Leyte, and started happily gorging himself on the cereal and the milk. I was unable to finish that meal, of course, but I laughed so hard over what had happened that I didn't care.

 

Here I am relaxing with my current reading material, accompanied by Spoots, who appears on one of his favorite perches.

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