when you say where's copper, she looks out the window to the park. i'm glad to see these guys. i always feel weird in my skin when i see her grey plucked chest. i always felt sad about captive birds, they seem too much in the human world, we say they are so intelligent, and they are, but we keep them in the human cage, and they get so anxious, they start to pick on themselves, and i get squirmy recalling how i did to, i made bald spots on my head with my cagey anxiety.