So, this morning. I'm sick in bed, trying to sleep but am having trouble because i feel so crappy. All of a sudden - loud, piercing squawks and loud, frantic wing flapping. I jump up (and hit my head pretty hard on the ceiling, i might add) yank the covers off of me, stumble down the ladder (very nearly falling off the top) and run to Cookie's cage thinking she's dying, or at least caught it something. Notice Cookie is just playing on her perch/swing, flapping about happily. Sag into the cushiony comfy chair, sigh in relief, and fall asleep again.
Way to nearly give me a heart attack.
Way to nearly give me a heart attack.