They are enjoying the change of venue

Brought the birds outside. They are abso-fragging-lutely bouncy from the fresh air and sunshine. Bertie, the cockatiel, is back to performing his full repertoire of whistles and singing. I wonder if the neighbors yapping beanie baby of a dog is getting wound up from Bertie doing the "c'mere doggie" whistle, or maybe the Mozart stanza?

Archimedes is climbing all over the cage, hanging upside down, and warbling, squawking and being a noisy little bird. I still think he misses Eileen because he will make this particular call he used to do with her, and then wait for a response. At least with the wild lorikeets around, he has been having good conversations. I know he still misses her, and I do too.