Look at this ridiculously cute post from Reddit. That's a completely random street pigeon. Just in a strange human's lap, getting squished and petted and absolutely LOVING it
So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this
Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.
So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"
It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead
Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.
@infernal-dominion said: Several kisses all over her face.
This activates the wiggles (accompanied by some very happy trilling)! She clings to Lucifer like a spider monkey, nuzzling and rubbing her face right up against his.
He started bathing in his water dish in his cage, so I took him to the bath house cage on the porch and let him do his thing. He was talking up a storm as I did some scrapbooking, and he asked me for the first time for a song. I said “what song do you want to sing?” And he started making clicking noises and grumbled something so I asked him what he said. By the 3rd time I think he was getting kind of pissed off, like “REALLY? You seriously can’t understand what I’m very clearly conveying here?”