I decided to take Pickles on a little outing so I packed him up in his back-pack and we drove up town to take a short walk around the lake with Neeka Dog. We had a nice little walk and then we sat on a bench over-looking the water and there was not a single soul around for Pickles to em-barrass me in front of. He was quite content to caw at the ducks and show off his other wild bird repertoire.
After walking back to the car, we drove across the street to the outdoor mall so I could pick up the mail at the post office. I put Pickles on my back again for the short walk and on the way back, he started with the wolf whistles and his doing, doing, doing sounds just as we were approaching some people who were sitting on a bench in the common area.
Instead of stopping to explain, as I usually do when people can’t see Pick-les because I’m facing them with him hidden in back, I decided to keep walking, as I knew that in a moment I would be past them and the back-pack would be self-explanatory. When I arrived at the car a minute later, I removed the backpack to place it in the car and that’s when I noticed that Pickles had pulled up all the paper from the bottom of the cage and then climbed down to the bottom, effectively hiding himself beneath and behind the paper.
That means nothing was explained to those people and instead, I just looked like some weirdo walking through the mall, whistling and doinging with a backpack full of old newspaper. Soon, if Pickles has his way, the town will declare me crazy and unfit to own a bird.