Little Wing

Several years ago we inherited a sweet dove named Rosie. She was very sociable and loved nothing more than to perch on a shoulder and visit. Sometimes she'd even restyle our hair or forage in our ears with the hope that we were storing sunflower seeds there.

We let her out as often as possible, but her rather uncivilized potty habits were problematic. She also had a knack of flying right by you when you were doing paperwork, sending all the receipts and bills flying.

Her cage was large, but it still wasn't big enough for a bird of that size. When she wanted to come out (which was most of the time) she'd start agitatedly flying back and forth in the cage, periodically letting out a loud and very human-sounding laugh.
It was unnerving, to say the least.

When her original owner returned and expressed an interest in taking Rosie back, I have to admit I was relieved.
Since then, we have discussed getting another, much smaller, bird, but haven't felt quite ready to commit. In the meantime, I repainted this vintage birdcage and got a fine-feathered artificial friend to put in it. I'm not usually a fan of fake friends, but this one is so pretty and low-maintenance that I'm not complaining. I think I need to get her a partner to swing on that perch.

In crochet news, I've completed several more squares and come to the conclusion that I don't think I want to make a pillow. Even with the updated colors, it just seems too old-lady-fussy, and I'm just not sure that I want to push that look any further than I already have. It has been nice to go back to doing a bit of crochet, though, so I may embark on another project shortly. Of course, I still haven't finished Davis' cardigan Christmas present, so I may need to tie up some loose ends first.