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