Sharpie’s initial startled burst of activity had worn off. Now our yellow-and-green parakeet sat gently in Heather’s grasp, occasionally flexing her wings or tightening her talons against my wife’s shirt. “Shhh,” Heather breathed as she ran her finger gently over the feathers of Sharpie’s head, over and over again. Sharpie’s eyes slowly eased shut. They opened, closed, … [Read more...]