Babalu has been a little under the weather the last two days. He's in the office with me this afternoon and sharing in my webmaster duties, office chores and more. For a bird that was rehomed 8 times in the first 11 years of his life he's doing better than expected.

Two birds in the flock send him into karate cockatoo mode: Simone and Cozma. He doesn't like either bird within 6 feet of me so I've been working out plans to keep these 3 apart but still give them the time they need out. In time, I will get them back together again. By the way, "Doesn't like" translates into a full out frontal attack.

Bab is a good  boy and a good companion. He's hyper; he's pushy; he's demanding; he's a cockatoo genius, too. Bab is a complex being that needs patience and understanding and when he gets it he is truly a pleasure to be with. So I'm enjoying him today. His upset at being put back early into his cage this morning he expressed by yanking my glasses off. That was it. He has been a model citizen since.

How fortunate I am to be in his small circle of trusted friends.