Twiggy has been working on a new phrase and it sounded something like 'Serbert'  or  something very similar.  Then we thought it might be "your bird' but when I repeated it back to her she'd say *No!* very emphatically.  Last night everything was cleared up at bedtime for birdies.

 

Twiggy has decided she has to take a sample of my flesh as I'm putting her into her sleepy-cage lately, so I try to catch Don and ask him to do the deed for me as she doesn't seem to like his  blood type as much as she likes mine. 

 

Last night he said, "Why me, she's your bird?" and Ms.Twiggs repeated *Yes, your bird!* *Wanna step up to Mama's hand.  Wanna bite Mama's hand.*  So mystery is solved.....And that's the first time she's ever identified herself as a bird, also.  di