Spring is here, and with it, some Froley nuisances as well.
Firstly, spring makes Froley more amorous than usual. All he seems to want to do is masturbate.
“Oh, ha ha, that’s so funny and adorable,” you might say.
I’m telling you right now, it’s not.
I have work to do, and having Froley waddle over to my hand every five seconds looking for some lovin’ is NOT conducive to that work.
As readers of this blog already know, Froley likes to masturbate on an open palm. When I am typing on the computer, he takes my outstretched fingers for an invitation.
Have you ever tried typing up an article while a little male cockatiel is pumping away on your knuckles?
It’s distracting, to say the least.
Springtime is also when Froley starts molting.
Molting is a natural process for birds to go through. Old feathers fall out to be replaced with new ones.
Froley’s a funny ole bird though. He freaks out when he sees one of his feathers is coming loose. First he gets all skinny with fright, then he starts flapping around the living room shrieking as if it’s the end times.
And that’s only the half of it.
When his feathers grow back, they come out in these thin keratin sheaths that eventually disintegrate into powder and allow the new feathers to settle into place. While these sheaths are coming out, Froley starts feeling really itchy. He can preen and scratch himself everywhere on his body except for his head.
Which means he expects lots of head scratches from me.
So not only do I have a horny Froley trying to get himself off on my hands, I have an irritable Froley who pecks at my face if I don’t cuddle with him.
And since he’s preening so much, I have dust all over my keyboard.