I really miss Zeke. I converted a walk-in closet into a good sized aviary and only trimmed his flight feathers to the point he couldn’t fully “fly” but could safely enjoy himself in the environment he lived in. But most of the time he had full access to the house and yard. He was a such a big personality. I had three dogs and a cat at the time, and he’d own his own begging at the dinner table for a treat next to all of them and nobody, despite the size difference, ever fucked with him. I loved our mutual grooming, stroking his feathers and him nuzzling through my hair.

I’m stoked that this year I’m in a place where I could get chickens. They’re not parrots but they’re scratching that “I like being around birds” itch. Out of my four gals I have one that wants to be my gal, one who is curious, one who’s maybe, and my little “idk but you feed me”.