It has become very clear that our conure, Cricket, did us a real service by screaming so much throughout my pregnancy. Monster Hands can sleep through any house and is completely at ease with all the sounds of our household. We, however, are finding the new palette of sounds in the house a big confusing.
This is an actual exchange between myself and Papa Bird:
“Was that the baby crying?”
“No, that was a cat.”
“Are the cats fighting again?”
“No, that was David Bowie.”