The Birdoole, the feathery green paragon of avian loveability, is currently at my ex-housemate Xtin's house, high up under the eaves of a warreny Victorian villa. She took this photograph today, and I reproduce it here because it is a picture of a small bird with an expression of extreme happiness on his face. It is the face of a small child with an icecream.
The Birdoole has also, it appears, fallen in love with Xtin's powerbook. Look. Here he is, cuddling it.
He's very well-adjusted, though, really he is.