My other pet, a parrotlet named B.B. He smells so good and I mostly love kissing and scritching him. He is a juvenile, so still learning about the world. Very tiny and fragile, but full of spunk and energy. I got him after escaping my ex, who said I could never get a bird as long as I was with him. So B.B. has a kind of protective energy too, keeping those who don’t want us away.
Today I said goodbye to this master light worker. She did everything right. So beautiful up to the last moment. We got curbside service due to the virus. My daughter took the photo. I buried her in a shady spot; she looked so perfect even in death, her face snuggled under her paw.