Fly Time

Meekull's hop-skipping from branch to branch inside his cage. Flit-hop-chirp-flit-hop-chirp-flit-hop-chirp, he goes. It's driving me a little nuts.

Me: Meekull?Meekull: A long, drawn-out shrill and a sideways glance.

Me: Meekull. What is it?

Meekull: Flit-hop-chirp-flit-hop-chirp-flit....... etc.Me:

Meekull? Do you want out?

Meekull: Stock still and staring, he slides to the side of his cage and waits, still staring, not moving. He looks at me, waiting. And upon seeing me rise from the sofa, he shimmies and shakes, happy as a lark knowing it's "fly" time on the indoor porch. My heart grows full. If only people were as easy to please.