If there was any doubt in your mind that my family’s regard for animals is anthropomorphic, here is something to reassure you:  Tango the parrot standing on his breakfast.  He started this daily ritual by flying down and eating someone’s bread; now if we don’t lay him a place he tweets and flies round my head.

tango 1

tango 2

Update. Later on today, I found these carrot-and-honey cookies in the kitchen:


Alma made them for her horse (he’s got a bad leg). I took one, it was good.