I immediately felt more at ease as the birds began moving up my arm so they could perch on my shoulder at the exact same time that all five of the dogs and three of the four cats rushed into the room. The brightly colored parrot had suffered significant neurological damage at the hands of her previous owner and while it was a miracle she could even fly, if she didn’t have Blueberry around to use as a guide, her ability to hit her target was fifty-fifty at best… even a target as big as myself. While Blueberry was as nimble-footed as they came, Skittles wasn’t so lucky. The colorful macaw was small for her age, so that made the task of steadying her and keeping Blueberry upright at the same time a little easier. Blueberry’s claws dug into my arm as I reached my hand out to catch Skittles before she fell. Just as she settled effortlessly on my arm and got her wings tucked against her body, Skittles slammed into her. I put out my arm to give the gray parrot a place to land. Claws scraped along the cheap laminate floor and I could practically see feathers flying in the other room as Skittles and Blueberry likely simultaneously took to the air to try and get to me first. I was greeted with a cacophony of barks, meows, and a few high-pitched shrieks. “What did you do?” I called the moment I walked through the front door.
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