Today was a foggy dreary morning. Don had early medical appointments in town so the birdy folks went directly from sleepy cages into their big cages with no breakkie on the T-stands.
Twiggy: * Twiggy wants her breakkie.*
Don: You have your breakkie, it's in your cup, look.
Twiggy: * Not good. For grapes and carrots.*
(She usually gets two grapes and a carrot on the cup he put her breakkie in)
After Don left she started
Twiggy: *Wanna got outside for sunshine-goodshine*
Me: Not today it too cold and foggy.
Twiggy: *Why? Twiggy wants outside for good-shine!*
Me: Look outside it's too cold.
Twiggy:* Why? Colding not good! Make sunshine!*
Me: I can't make the sun shine.
As soon as Don walked in the sun peaked out of the fog.
Twiggy: *Don Donald! Mary Donald! Good sunshine! Good Donald! Twiggy wanna go outside!*
So I guess you know who makes the sunshine in her life and I have certainly been demoted to kitchen slave and cage cleaner. But who can blame her....Don can make sunshine-good shine! di