(sigh) And I thought feeling cage-y was bad enough. Now I am really confused! We went to the vet for a well-bird visit. I was feeling particularly vocal, and since there was a little audience in the waiting room, I decided to whistle a rendition of "Happy Birthday to You". It is the latest song in my repertoire.
Birdymama is worried about "royalties" or some such craziness. Well, when Dr. Danielle heard how well I can whistle, and in tune I might add, she told birdymama that I am probably a boy!! A boy bird named "PearlAngel" - now birdymama is calling me PearlAngelo! It is going to take some getting used to!
But wait, I am feeling some seventies music.......is it Donna Summer or Gloria Gaynor?! Not sure -- But I will survive! Hey hey
Pearlie (I'm stickin' with this!)