”Hi baby bird,” I said, walking over to Amarillo’s cage.
“Why do you always call me baby bird?” Rio asked , hopping onto his food dish.
“Well because you’re my little baby and you’re a bird,” I told him , looking away.
“Oh. Well, I guess I can get used to it,” he said, taking a bite of his food. “Oh and- chew- this seed-chew- is delicious.”
I glanced down then said, “ Hey Rio, what nickname is your favorite, Rb or Rio?”
”Rb.”
”Good.”
He jumped back to his perch, and started to preen his feathers. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’m molting, and I need to preen my feathers-yank- so if I could-yank- have five minutes that would be-yank-great.”
”OK love you.” I said, as I blew him an air kiss.
“ You’re the best mom ever.” He said, as I started to walk away
“ You’re the best bird ever.”
When I got to my room, I noticed the game Sorry sitting on the floor. I picked it up, glanced back and opened it.
“Oh Rio.” I said, as I picked up one of the “Rio chewed” cards.
When I went back to the kitchen, I found Rio playing with his toys on the bottom of his cage.
“Hi mommy,” he said, as I walked over to him.
“Hi Rb’s.” I set the game on the table.
”What game is that?” He asked as he hopped on his perch.
“Sorry.”
“For what?”
”No silly, the game is sorry.” I said laughing merrily.
”Oh.” He said looking at his food dish.
”Soo… do you wanna play?”
He looked at me then said “ Sure but you’re going down.”
I giggled.
But five minutes later Rio said,” Sorry.”
“ For what? You’re winning.”
” Sorry, sorry , sorry.” He said.
“ Rio are you OK?” I asked moving one of my pawns.
“ Sorry for saying sorry.”
We laughed.