Most nights after dinner, Stella flies to the arm of the couch and engages me in allopreening. Actually, 95% of that is me preening her, but occasionally I get preened a bit (not much is fair when parrots are involved):When she gets sick of me, she finishes preening herself:
And then settles in, grinding her beak, waiting for bed:
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
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