Am I the Bird Brain Being Played

This morning I woke up to a phone call can you take care of the birds?  Yeah, ok.  The S.O. has family visiting from the DR and they planned to go to Orlando for a couple of days. I might have thought the trip should be cancelled but the brother and his kids have gotten their shots.  When the trip was planned it seemed like things were improving and now we seem to have taken another turn.

The newspaper headlines are up in a roar about new cases, filling hospitals with younger patients but thankfully relatively few but still too many deaths from the many new cases.

While getting new water for the parrot, he decided to escape from his cage and during his hiatus from his cage he has landed on my shoulder for a quick Cook's tour of his temporary home.  Then he landed on my head and decided to pick at my hair.  

Sister called and said the place sounded like a pet shop.  I thought someone might I know might knock on my door and take pictures of me like I was back at Parrot Jungle just down the road.

When I explain why I missed (in person) church and had to settle for you tubing it, I hope I tell the truth.  I have been advised by other bird brains not to worry, when they get hungry they will return to their cage.

I am reminded of Otis on Andy Griffith.