He had made a little tunnel out of the newspaper we gave him to play with--he loves to tear it up and arrange it--and he was cooing softly. All I could see was his rear end sticking out.
When I tiptoed around and peeked, here's what I found:
He was cooing quietly at the peanut like he was telling it all his best secrets. Even when we laughed at him he just looked at us mildly and went back to his peanut-cooing.
Later on he had carefully adorned himself with newspaper shreds--notice the band around his chest and feet, too--and was proudly showing us his new look:
He's such a funny, happy, uncomplicated little soul, we love him!
From mandrill on LJ:
ReplyDeletePidge is a frustrated fashion designer, perhaps? :)
In his dreams, he's a peacock/eagle...
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