There I was peacefully sewing and minding my own tailoring business when a horrible squealing erupted. I looked up and saw Andy and Randy fly up from the floor of their cage where they'd just been side by side.
Who squealed? Who hurt the other one and made him squeal? I have no clue.
It isn't that I didn't look. I looked hard. But you know what? The boys spent the next few minutes looking at ME! They stood on separate perches and cocked their heads and watched and waited as if my reaction mattered more than anything. When I didn't say or do a thing, they came closer, cocked their heads again and watched me some more.
Whatever the fight was about, they didn't seem to care. They didn't glance at each other. Neither one preened to show me where he'd got bitten or anything. Nope. They just seemed to be holding their breaths awaiting something from me.
Did they expect me to holler at the abuser? How could I when I didn't know which one did it? Were they hoping I'd separate them? Hmm.
I don't interfere in their lives THAT much, do I? Of course not. Well...these two guys might argue on that point. After all, these are two fellows living together, tolerating each other, when they'd each rather have a female mate. And they don't have a female because it's inconvenient to ME.
How selfish is that? Just because I don't want more babies or a larger flock right now, they have to live like monks. It's not fair. Right?
But if I did bring in two females for these fellows, I know Clay would no longer live happily with Sandy. No sir. Those two fellows live happily together now, but if more females came into the house old Clay would do his utmost to get at them. I'm 99% sure, based on past experience with Clay's "Mine! The females are all mine!" mentality.
Still it seems more than strange that Andy and Randy were more concerned with my reaction to their argument than whatever caused the fuss between them. Weird!
