"Hi, Meekull.", I say as he lands on my head, then my arm, then the back of my hand, and then my head again. He stands stock still, then rustles around in my hair a bit. "Meekull, honey. What are you doing up there?" He doesn't respond. He usually chitters back. Just when I start to worry he's going to relieve himself (which he's never done on my head and only once on my hand), he starts trilling, as if my head is all the world's stage. LOL!
