OK, so it's really windy here. I'm upstairs in the office, and the way the building is shaped when a strong gust of wind hits, the windows shake, and make that whistling wind sound.
So Pita was on my shoulder eating a cherrio, calmly, quite peacefull and happy, when a gust of wind hit.
Well, you would have thought a Hawk or an Eagle or me with a towel (he hates towels) came in the room. Wings flapped, bird flew, feathers exploded. One landing on my shoulder...off again...2 shoulder landings....off again....circles, circles....then he finally landed on my shoulder....I told him it was alright, gave him another cherrio when he calmed down....and now he's OK.....until the next gust of wind.