I got so used to Bandit being people-food phobic (except for Uncle Ben's rice; he loved rice) for nine years that it's still a surprise when Pidgie realizes (1) a human has food and (2) I want some of it. Start to eat dinner or munch on a handful of nuts and you suddenly have little claws in your shoulder and this little budgie body is sidling down (or sometimes scolding and attacking outright) to get at your food.

I have a 1/4 cup nuts when I get home at the suggestion of my doctor to curb munchies for more fattening snacks. If I've opened Pidge's door I also have a budgie on my hand, pecking at the nuts and then clucking at the saltiness. I usually crack a small one in half (they're cashews) and let him munch on the smaller end. His little black eyes narrow up, focusing just on that morsel of nut.

Last night James made Italian sausage and boiled potatoes—LOL, not "bangers and mash" since we never do that to the potatoes—for supper and he wasn't settled in his chair yet to watch Jeopardy when Pidge skidded to a stop on his shoulder and then crept down his arm to perch on the side of the plate and help himself to the potatoes. It's so funny to watch the little beak going a mile a minute.

Oh, and Mr. Pigwidgeon shares something in common with the owl he's named after: he loves chicken, or rather chicken soup. Bandit used to pick out the rice; Pidge just guzzles the soup!

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