Minos climbed to Marie's shoulder, wings half-extended, his claws making a ladder of her crocheted top.
Once in his favourite spot, he pecked her ear. "Stranger coming."
She pulled her arm out of the crevice in the preformed rock, and shook life back into her fingers. Surely even Daphne wouldn't lay eggs that deep.
"What kind of stranger?" She rewarded the kea with a grape, which he tasted, turning it round in his beak, then ate.
"Man. Tall. Dark."
"What are you, my horoscope?" She caressed his feathers with one finger. "Handsome, too?"
"Don't know handsome."
He pecked her ear again before beginning to patrol her shoulder. Surveying his domain.
Marie looked around too. This was the elder of the two kea enclosures, and it showed wear and tear. When kea got bored, they also got destructive. Or, as she expressed it at funding meetings, 'creative'.
Her hand withdrew a strange contruction of sticks and twine.
"Mine!" cried Minos.
"I made! I, kea!"
Opening: BuffySquirrel.....Continuation: khazar-khum