I heard a racket outside and went to see what was happening and found this.
It’s nice out, so we’re sitting in the sun. She doesn’t like it much.
Two finches just dive bombed us, and caught her attention.
She’s sitting on my shoulder, and I have a mole where my neck meets my shoulder and she keeps pecking and biting it.
She’s in that awkward stage where she’s got half feathers, half fuzz and looks frazzled.
Also, Iron Man.