Or at least it is in a bird’s world.
If you have a pet you probably already appreciate the peculiar charm and vulnerability of impatience.
For instance, if we ran and stuck our whole face in our dinner bowl the moment the meal was served, our meal mates would probably at the very least politely turn (or run) away.
But when enthusiasm runs away with table manners in my little avian sidekick, I oooh and awwww like any proud Momma would.
Go.
