Meekull loves to sing loudly. Sometimes, it's constant and it's kind of like listening to a child constantly blow a whistle over and over and over, the kind that Rose blew to notify the watchmen looking fo survivors in the movie Titanic. During these moments, I often shout out, "Meekull honey. You sing so pretty!" It seems to satisfy him enough to give me a reprieve. But at other times, it comes across in his little birdie mind as incentive to keep belting out his song. Oh my. I think Meekull would be considered loud even if he was singing in the whole outdoors.
