IMO, you haven’t truly lived until you’ve taken a car ride with a cockatiel.
I am going to spare you the audio version, but while Pearl gets revved up when she thinks she is going somewhere, and she is super-excited when we arrive (unless we are arriving at the V-E-T), the getting there can be problematic.
It starts out well enough:
En route, her giant cage shakes like her cheapskate Mommy shorted her in the fine living department (in reality, her cage is 10 years old and birds as a whole do NOT like coming home to roost only to find there’s been a bit of a switcheroo) so of course Pearl alerts me to this fact.
About every 1 1/2 seconds.
And when we finally DO arrive, it is hard to tell who is more relieved:
I’m casting one vote for me, but that’s just because I’m the one multi-tasking, and my (aching) eardrums are bigger.
