Cookie the ancient co**atiel has just earned snowflake status. Now normally we hardly even notice Cookie exists. He's quite the elderly bird, having achieved the ripe old age of 23, and still going fairly strong. He doesn't do much. He hangs out in his cage, wanders down to his food and water a few times a day, and serenades us with the song of his people in the mid-morning hours. If we take him out of his cage he flies just long enough to get back to the top of his cage and stares at the wall until somebody puts him back in. He's an old bird; much older than most birds of his type generally live, so we're just caring for him and keeping him comfortable and letting him do his thing. My desk sits in a corner against a window. His cage sits right in front of the left hand drawers of my desk, against the wall, so he's right to my left when I'm sitting in my desk chair.
So why is he a snowflake? I'm pretty sure I just got curse out by him for blowing my nose. I didn't even make that much noise, but as soon as I blew into the tissue he flapped his wings and started squawking louder than I've ever heard him, and is currently attacking one of the toys in in cage with a fierceness I'd expect out of a female bird protecting her new hatchlings! He'd been quietly staring at the wall before that. Note to self: don't blow my nose around the little bird.