Warm Bird, Cold Bird

I like cold weather as much as the next Houstonian (considering we get about 2.5 days of it each year).

But the winged one is tropical.

T.R.O.P.I.C.A.L.

So when the cold temps hit, it’s all I can do to restrain myself from shrinking a chihuahua sweater and cutting out wing holes.

Which is why we often play a game I like to call “warm bird, cold bird”.

It’s also worth mentioning that neither of us enjoy it very much.

The game starts when I observe this:

Non-verbal avian body language: "Mom, I am NOT a penguin."

Which prompts this:

"Aha. Warm feet. Warm feet good. Wait a minute....what's that sound?"

It is at this point when we both suddenly remember that the small white box (aka the portable heater) elicits a similar response in avians to what a human might do if a humming white spaceship blowing hot exhaust landed in our bathroom.

At which point the appropriate response is of course:

"Mom, can't you hear them humming? You gotta lift me up!"

And finally this:

"You can stay and be alien bait if you want to. But I'm so outta here!"

2 thoughts on “Warm Bird, Cold Bird

  1. Awww lol! I live in London and so it’s much colder here and for longer so when it’s really cold and we have the radiators on, our bird and cat take a radiator each facing each other and sit on them. They pretty much stay there for as long as they can. Then when it’s really hot in Summer they stay still i.e. don’t mess about and drive us crazy, until the heat starts to simmer down in the afternoon before they start running amok.

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