Meekull has been taking "bird" baths in a white plastic jar cap since he was a fat, fuzzy baby with a stumpy tail. Here's the thing. He's now a teenager, full grown, and still splashing around in this cap with no room for his grown-out wings and tail feathers. Today, I gave him a larger tub to bathe in (the plastic bottom piece of a store-bought salad). He hopped over, peered in, jumped back, screeched, and stared at me as if to say, "Are you f@&#ing kidding me right now?" I watched him do this over and over again. I put his old bathtub cap inside the new one. Disgusted, he flew away to his perch on the other side of the bathroom. I gave in. I removed the new tub and replaced it with the old one, and he flew right back, hopped in, and proceeded to do his "hoppy" dance until he was sopping wet. I swear I saw him grinning!
