Now, I have no musical bone in my body. My whistling is horrible to behold and completely off key - and is everything but tranquil. Despite this, my sweet greenling just sat on his perch calmly, stared at me, began to crunch his beak and blink slowly, withdrew his foot into his tumtum, tucked his head into his wing and dozed off!
Since then I've been doing it every evening - it's become a tiny little ritual by now. Like this I manage to make him go to bed about half an hour earlier than usual.
Perhaps there is some remnant in his memory of his mom singing him to sleep or some such? Because I can assure you, my whistling is everything but melodic
I wonder what he dreams of? I actually read from a few scientific sources that birds do indeed dream. Endless fields of millet and apple trees, huge flocks of rainbow ringnecks? Hmm!





