So, we moved into this house 9 years ago. Here, Dorian's cage is in the master bedroom, down the hall from the open concept living space. Now, I'll admit to sometime being a bad bird mommie. Sometimes, in the morning, I sit and have a cup of tea in peace before I get Dorian and bring him out for the day. Well, apparently he got tired of waiting for me one morning, and decided to climb off his cage and walk down the hall to find me! You could have knocked me over with one of his feathers when I saw him at my feet! He's so confident and cheeky. He bears no resemblance to the timid, frightened parrot I re-homed almost 17 years ago, and it does my heart good, even if I now have to watch my feet in the morning.