Little LD is doing very well.
He spends much time wanting to be with me.
We’ve pretty much got the measure of each other.
He is growing and changing every day.
The feathers are nearly there and it won’t be long before he fledges. He is also walking much better and is finding his balance while trying the wings. Lots of pre-flight wing stretches and soon The Big Day will arrive.
He is still always hungry but we have reached an agreement. He gets food regularly, obviously, and in return is almost “house-trained”, ie I know when he wants to poop and can pop a piece of tissue in the right place – almost. There are still the odd few accidents.
But I do know LD hates pooping on me and really tries not to, which is interesting behaviour.
Today was our flute lesson and we had also filled the van over the weekend for a visit to the dump so my flute teacher and his wife very kindly looked after LD while we went on to town. It was a big ask and I was very relieved when they said yes! I knew he would be safe and fed regularly.
I also visited the pet shop and bought some toys for LD’s cage, which he studiously ignores or shouts at.
When we got home, Lambie was waiting to come in. He marched in and sat down. I have no idea why he wanted to be inside but he does.
As I type, he is watching Real Housewives of Melbourne and now The Simpsons. He has shared my packet of Quavers but said no to my Brewdog beer!
I also introduced him to LD.
It was a sort of success. LD liked the wool bed.
A very odd day really. Why is Lambie indoors and refusing to go outside. Most strange.