Saturday, April 20, 2013
This week, Kevin discovered the pleasure of having his head rubbed. He is a whole new bird: a needy, greedy, rub-my-head-right-now-or-I'll-never-stop-begging bird! He spends many of his days on FarmWife's shoulder, rubbing his baby soft forehead against her cheek and dreaming of the moment when she'll raise her formerly-frightening hand and give his crest a little scritch-scritch-scritch.
It's good to be trusted, FarmWife thinks, and I'm sure Kevin's life is better now that he lets his people take good care of him from head to toe. I know the importance of a good ear rub for health and happiness, and I'm glad that even Kevin—poor little Kevin, whose ears are only holes hidden beneath soft feathers—can know this singular joy.
Ears to you,