Grounded

I have been spending way too much time in my cage lately. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my cage, but I think the door should be open all the time. I don't understand why the Tall One closes it. Miss Prissy and I are so well behaved, we don't give the Tall One any trouble at all. We even help her shred all the papers she has, and she has lots of papers!

Usually she lets us out when she is home, but the last week, she has only gotten us out of the cage to pet us and then to put us back. Miss Prissy says it's because of my flight feathers. You see, I have very beautiful yellow feathers on my wings that help me fly. The other night, though, Miss Prissy fell off the perch while she was sleeping. She likes to sit on the perch and lean forward until her head is lower than her tailfeather. It does not look comfortable to me at all, but she likes to fall asleep that way. Sometimes, though, she loses her balance and flutters about, and that startles me. This time, I crashed into the cage bars and lost some of my flight feathers. I did not bleed, though, and I'm already regrowing my feathers.

The Tall One wants to make sure that I don't hurt myself while I'm out of the cage, because I've been flying lopsided and landing in places I did not want to land in at all, mostly on the living room floor. Yesterday, though, I managed to get away from the Tall One and fly from her shoulder to the top of my cage. She was surprised, but happy that I'm already flying so much better. I'm hoping that she'll start letting us out again really soon!