My mom loved our first bird, Cato, who was a Lutino cockatiel. When she was at our house she would joke that he was a “time-waster” because we would end up playing with him instead of whatever our intentions were.
Sometimes in the morning, Pioer, our parrot, is sleepy and cuddly, he just wants to perch on my finger and chill before his day of play kicks into gear. The To Do list in my head mixes with my mom’s words but my heart always speaks the loudest. This little creature, often full of piss and vinegar, feels safe and loved and trusts me explicitly. He has come so very far since we adopted him five years ago from a rescue and these moments are to be treasured.
Wasted time with Piper and the people and things we love is always time well spent.
