There is such a thing as lifelong love at first sight.
I have proof, too.
On these occasions, I am just a third wheel, useful only for things like fetching beverages, proffering tasty delectables such as waffles, and (of course) documenting the love affair for posterity.
When Dad (aka “the Tall Tree”) is not available, Mom (aka “the Small Tree”) becomes the favored perch.
Pearl could not ask for more loving, doting grandparents.
It is like birdie paradise at Grammy and Grandpa’s house – an all-you-can-ingest gourmet buffet, endless interesting things to chew and explore, carte blanche to poop at will, and a daily schedule that revolves not in part, but in whole around all things BIRD.