The conspirators:

The rebellion:

My desk is snuggled between a bookcase and one of my bird cages. Inside are 4 males or as I lovingly call them, my boys. This past week, I have noticed a trend with my cockatiels. One day as I was typing away I felt a splash of water on my neck. Now with the boys being so close to me I thought one was taking a bath. I paid no attention. This continued for a few minutes until I finally turned to look at them. What I saw was the youngest ,Nye, sitting by one of the water containers as he got some water and spit in my direction. I was surprised a bit and did chuckle on the side. I wondered if maybe I did not smell good to them( I had just taken a shower with a new gel), or perhaps they just wanted my attention. My son chimed in and thought it might be some mating ritual they wanted to share with mama, aka me. I shrugged it off and continued to work.

The next day I again was at my desk hard at work. Like before, I felt some water on my neck. Turning to the side I saw a scene that I could not have possibly imagine. The 4 birds were lined up in a row by the water container. Each would get a sip and spit at me, and go to the back of the line. The next would take his place and repeat the action of spitting. If a bird can smile, I swear they were doing it that day. I am not sure what was the cause of this. In all my years of breeding birds, this has never occurred. To see these little birds organize such an event at me, well one had to see it to believe it. This continued for 3 straight days. Without any warning it stopped. I have yet to figure out why this happened. I just know it did. So now when I sit down at my desk I give them a weary eye. This is to let them know the jig is up.  I am on to them, even if I can’t stop it.