my meyer’s parrot is dancing up and down with all his feathers standing straight, making quiet noises and scraping his beak along the back of the computer monitor he’s perched on
now he’s bobbing and reaching as far down as he can, and then lifting himself back up while running his beak along the monitor’s plastic ridges, so it sounds like one of those wooden frogs with scaly backs that whispers robotic ribbits from the back corner of every gift shop, or at least every gift shop that’s worth its salt
my meyer’s parrot spins in circles on the corner of the computer monitor, and the yellow crown on his head is cute
