‘Keetyblogging III: Recovery

Little Chickenshit finally came out of her cage today, for the first time since Helena died.  Not sure what the motivating factor was;  possibly hearing other birds outside.  I had one or two of the windows open to circulate the air after being sick for the past few days.

She’s sitting on the corner of the couch between a high pillow and a bookcase, picking at various things.  The location has a similar sense of enclosure to that of her cage.  Also, it’s hard for her to move:  her claws have never been clipped, and they get caught on anything fabric-like, requiring some exertion on her part to free them.  But she won’t let me help her, at least not until she gets tired and hungry.  So here we sit.

I figure it’s good for her.