The human female is employing excessive baby talk, and it is demeaning! (I grant you, when one has had a bad day, and maybe overindulged at the seed dish, a few reiterations of "sweetie bird" with a foot stroke are acceptable, even soothing....) We are adults, and have adult concerns. Even more so than humans, we have order--and, yes, government. I am the leader in matters of ethics and taste, and the chief operating officer. Because of my efforts, I have first dibs at the seed dish, and at any treats that are offered. Jary flies at the head of the flock, but this is merely the result of a physical talent. Jay-Jay is a sweet girl, but too young and inexperienced to have much say in the trajectory of our polity. (Nice phrase, that. I picked it up from an editorial on the bottom of the cage...) I am not a king, of course. You need only witness the nips I receive from the other two, when my decisions are not congenial, to see that.
Geoffrey
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