I love birds! They are so fascinating. Except of course the little yellow one that P & J keep calling my little brother. He doesn’t look ANYTHING like me at all! But they make sure to keep a cautious eye out when we play together. I just stand and stare at him for hours. And he stands over the edge of the cage and shows his wings all spread out and whistles at me. I worry about him and every night I have a ritual that as P & J tell me its time to go to bed, I make my rounds and help them tuck him in by watching him while they close his cage. If they forget, I keep running back and forth between the bedroom and his cage until they get up and check on him. I love my little yellow brother from another mother!