Sibyl came home looking the worse for her six weeks at birdie camp - disheveled, dirty and prickly with unreachable pin feathers.
We sat for a long time last evening grooming those pesky, pokey still-sheathed feathers sticking straight up off her head and neck, and we just finished a shower together where we stayed so long we ran out of hot water.
Happiness is a clean parrot. She chortles and nearly sings with the pleasure of a good preening.
She remembers all her old habits, by tomorrow she'll be all the way home.