I love her, she makes me laugh hysterically every time I have her out.
I feel really bad right now because Toddy was just wandering around on my bed and she went over to the left edge and looked up at a big balloon my dad got me for Valentine’s Day. And she just looked at it… flying there all up high and free… And then she ambled back over to me and climbed up my arm and now she’s just sitting on my shoulder in silence with her crest down.
The whole time I’ve had her, her wings have been clipped and I don’t know if she’s ever known what it’s like to experience the freedom of flying around a room before.
My poor sad birdie…
She kept trying to eat my cheese balls so I made her some toast instead.