This particular morning started out like any other. I woke up to a poodle's unwavering stare-ready to get goin', Mom! :sigh:

I groped my way to the coffee pot and took my meds, (think Tin Man sans' his oil can!) and uncovered the birds, quietly saying Morning Little Ones to them and making sure they had feed enough to let me sit and enjoy my coffee, but Baby Bird had other plans.

He's a happy little fellow, and as I was waiting for coffee, I fed him a few Cheerios, his favorite snacky-food that's (sorta?) good for him. He thinks I am his mother, so I lean against the wall next to his cage (Peek's old one) and hand feed him. Well, a variation of that: I talk to him, telling him what a good boy he is, etc, and pop a Cheerio (singular) into my mouth and, holding it between my lips, let him take it from me and eat it. He just loves this and I'm all for anthing that keeps the pre-coffee peace. It also stimulates him to forage around his cage and find food I've placed there for him and eat it on his own.

Everything's going fine, coffee almost ready and I see that he's converted his (clean) water dish into what is known in bird circles as "poo-soup". It's the only thing about birds I really find revolting. LOL They perch on the rim and just let loose whenever they feel like it. Nasty, nasty, nasty--as they might just drink it, if you leave it that way for long, and Im not going to let him take Cheerios from my lips with a beak that's been dipped in poo. So I make a mental note to change it after coffee, and settle down to read the paper and wake up.

Next thing I know, there's a Great Racket Issuing Forth from Baby Boy's corner, and I can't tell what happened, but he is DRENCHED. Not cutie-pie bird-bathey damp, but DRENCHED. It really scared me for a minute, he looked so pitiful--and I'm not sure if he went for a drink and fell in, or just decided it was time for a swim, but nevertheless the damage was definitely done and I had a Possibly Poo-Souped Dripping Bird on my hands--literally.

So I put a pillow on my lap, wrapped the little joker up in a hand towel and proceded to clean & dry him off--one soaked feather at the time. LOL

The heat wave has warranted keeping the air on high just to keep up,so I couldn't leave him to air-dry himself--too cold in here and he was shivering. He stayed cocooned like that for almost an hour, so I will watch him to see if it's for fun, or he's just manipulating me to hold him like that-LOL. Quaker Parrots have the intellect, when full grown, of a 3-5yr old human child, so it's not out of the question!

**I finally got all the paperwork in the mail today to get a permanent plate on my (new to me) car, so it's off to the DMV--Happy Days!