. . . oops! Seems the shrill frequencies emitted by the kettle mimic exactly those of a huge flock of panicked Cockatiels all sounding the alarm -- alerting each other, along with all hearing inhabitants of the Australian Continent, to the presence of . . . well . . . God knows what, but it's BAAAAAAAD! The obligatory response is, naturally, to join the chorus.
And of course, getting all excited and flying around like a flaming nutjob is terribly stimulating,
so . . .
But I couldn't get really mad, because, as you see, he managed to poop on the one plastic-covered object on the shelf -- easy cleanup -- good birdie!
Update: BTW, his name is Bruce -- avoids confusion.
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