Breakfast with Isambard. He had seeds, I had toast. He is no longer allowed to eat in my hair due to the amount of seeds I have to comb out afterwards. I was shedding seeds all day.
Isambard enjoys the wingchair. He's a classy bird.
Being spooky hiding in my hair.
Listening to music from the computer. He loves to sit on my shoulder and chirrup along.
Playing upside down in my hair. He really really loves my hair.
He also loves gnawing on the frills of this top.