In the days that followed Ani’s humiliating tumble, the owner began to look at Xiaohua’s ceaseless pestering through a different lens. It wasn't mere malice or simple-minded irritation. The little green-and-yellow budgie was staging a deliberate intervention. Whenever Ani sat cloistered on the roof of the cage, staring bitterly at the floor, Xiaohua would land right beside her, chirping with a piercing, rhythmic intensity. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he would launch himself into the air, looping a mere two inches above her head before landing on the opposite side of the cage. He was explicitly demanding that Ani fly with him.
To a human observer, the sentiment of a loyal companion trying to lift his partner’s spirits was undeniably touching. However, looking at Ani's stiff posture, the owner couldn't help but view the situation with a heavy dose of irony. The decision to restrict Ani’s flight feathers had been made out of absolute necessity and for her own safety; she was simply too clumsy to navigate the high corners of the apartment without getting trapped or hurt. Xiaohua’s well-meaning "flying walks" were not the liberating gift he thought they were. To Ani, who was painfully aware of her heavy, trimmed wings, being constantly goaded into a sky she literally could not reach must have felt like a recurring living nightmare. She would glare at Xiaohua, her tiny chest heaving with resentment as he effortlessly zipped through the airspace she used to rule.
Yet, Xiaohua’s eccentric campaign was not confined to the perimeter of the birdcage. When he realized that Ani could not—or would not—take the bait, his strange behavior began to bleed into the wider territory of the living room.
The owner first noticed it while she was unwinding on the sofa after a long day. The familiar, rhythmic whir-whir-whir of budgie wings sounded closer than usual. Xiaohua was no longer content with his moderate, disciplined flight paths. Instead, he began charting a bold, erratic circuit across the room, using the sofa as a primary waypoint. With each passing loop, his trajectory dropped lower. Soon, he wasn't just flying across the room; he was actively buzzing the owner's head. The wind from his frantic wingbeats would occasionally stir the loose strands of her hair as he flashed past her forehead, a blur of bright yellow and green.
It was a blatant, calculated disturbance. Xiaohua was making it impossible for the lady to ignore him. He would dive-bomb toward her resting spot, pull up at the very last second with a sharp chirp, and then soar back toward the cage where Ani sat watching.
The owner gradually took notice of this escalating behavior, shifting her gaze from her book to track the little bird's daring maneuvers. It was clear Xiaohua was trying to communicate something, using his own body as a bridge between the terrified blue bird and the giant human. Yet, instead of shooing him away or fetching the grooming scissors to enforce the house rules, she chose to simply let it go. She leaned back against the cushions, letting the brave little bird continue his noisy, frantic loops, curious to see exactly what kind of lesson Xiaohua was trying to teach them both.
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