A Victory for Bird Bread and Mash!

I've started making my own bird mash. Nohea loves it, on the condition that it be warmed up first. But he isn't the reason I'm so happy.

I've been trying to tempt Cloud, our feral cockatiel, with something, anything, other than seed for about six months now. No luck. He'd rather go without until he got seed.

I'd baked some bird bread, and dropped that in his bowl the night before. The next morning I noticed it had been eaten. And there was much rejoicing, which did nothing to endear me to Cloud, who believes every action I take is a prelude to eating him.

I pushed my luck and gave him some of Nohea's mash. Cloud tentatively pecked at it, and I swear you could see the revelation in his eyes. By the time he was done you couldn't see his beak for mash. He was covered in it, and I was doing the happy dance. . . .

. . . which, of course, Cloud took as a sign that I was about to eat him . . .