Spending a lot (like, seriously, a LOT) of time together all of a sudden can really bring out the best in your flock mates.
Or the worst.
You start to notice how little things you previously found a non-issue or only mildly irritating have now become the proverbial pea under the pillow.
Or mattress. Or stack of mattresses.
Or whatever.
The point being, it is there. And now it is always there.
Here is an example. Let’s say you used to live the wild life – at least until you tried to cross an insanely busy street full of impatient large shell-less beings on wheels and got rescued.
This was a good thing. Still is. Only problem is, now you are the sole “early bird” (so to speak) in an interspecies flock full of late risers.
You like to get up and get going and make the most hay while the sun shines the brightest.
However, the large shell-less being in charge of your daily schedule isn’t exactly wired for the part of the day her species calls “morning.”
Certainly she can’t seem to cope without a large helping of strange brown liquid she guards with surprising focus and zeal, all things considered (see “late risers” for more on this).
So when you need to catch her attention, you either need to wait until she has managed to dump the whole reeking brown mess down her gullet.
Or….
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
