Life with a feathered roommate

Living with a bird is nothing like I imagined, it’s louder, messier, and somehow more heartwarming than I ever expected.

Every morning starts with chirps that sound like an alarm clock with personality, and every evening ends with a soft chatter before bed.

She’s nosy too. If I’m on the phone, she’s talking. If I’m eating, she’s staring. If I’m sad, she somehow knows, and comes closer, as if her little presence could fix it all.

Some days are chaotic, but most days are filled with tiny moments that make me smile.

It’s funny how a creature so small can fill a home with so much life.