You decided to take a closer inspection at the area Glass dedicated for his beloved pet bird.
All of the supplies and equipment for taking care of his winged friend was on the opposite side from his bed. Everything was nestled together nicely, and appeared to be recently cleaned. There was a medium sized white bird cage taking up most of the space; food, cleaning supplies, and various toys sat below the bird's housing. The bird itself was fairly small, barely taking up any room in the cage; it was a male cockatiel, and his wings were neatly clipped to prevent him from flying around and hurting himself. There were a lot of dangerous areas for a bird to be in Glass' apartment, specifically the two fans that decorated the ceilings in his bedroom and the living room.
"This little guy is Peyo," Glass said, opening up the bird's cage and allowing the bird to climb onto his finger. "He's a friendly little guy, and he loves meeting new people. He's pretty vocal too, so don't worry if he starts chirping; it's just his way of saying that he likes you."
Glass offered you the bird by extending his hand out to you. You cupped your hands and allowed the small cockatiel to climb up onto you; he was surprisingly gentle, and his clipped talons made his grip less painful. Peyo tilted his head as he looked up at you, which looked absolutely adorable. He whistled and clicked his beak before resting comfortably on the palm of your hands.
"Are you fine with him being on your shoulder? He'll probably preen your mane, but he doesn't pull hard and he doesn't bite. I can move him for you if you'd like; that way, your arms won't get tired from holding him out like that."
You nodded in response; you were a bit nervous about it all, but you trusted Glass completely. He wouldn't try to lie to you, so you allowed him to transfer Peyo onto your shoulder, next to your head. Glass scooped up the bird quickly and easily with his own hands and settled the cockatiel down on top of you. Peyo repeated the same movements, carefully analyzing what had just happened and where he was now before fluffing up and relaxing. He didn't try to preen you yet.
With your hands free, you could now easily look at the inside of the bird's cage. The bottom tray was lined with freshly placed sheets of old newspaper that Glass had recycled; there were a few shells of seeds Peyo had eaten displaced on top of it. On the sides of the cage were fake branches, allowing for the small bird to perch, rest, and climb around. A food bowl filled with nutritious seeds and a water bowl were also placed nearby each other for the bird to use. Small toys made out of wooden popsicle sticks decorated the top area of the cage; they appeared to be handmade by Glass, as you certainly haven't seen anything like them before at pet stores. There was also a few other toys made out of paper cupcake holders that Peyo could rip apart if he chose to do so. The cage also featured a fluffy, triangular bird bed that hanged from the ceiling of the cage. It was placed far away from the bird's play and eating area to ensure that it wouldn't get too messy.
You backed away from examining the pet's cage, noticing that Peyo was starting to move around and preen both you and himself. Glass was correct in saying that the small bird was incredibly gentle; the pet was so timid that it seemed like it was afraid of hurting you. You began to ask Glass about the pet; you wanted to know how he got him.
"Peyo was actually a gift to me from Beat; we both love birds, and I always wanted to own one myself seeing that she had her bird, Inki. She surprised me with this guy a few days after I returned back to San Francisco, as she saw how worn down I was. She spent every day for an entire month visiting me to help care for Peyo as I struggled with taking care of him on my own," Glass said, petting the bird's head as it stood on your shoulder. "She helped me carry him to this apartment when I moved out from my relative's home shortly after. I don't think I would have been able to keep him if it weren't for her help."
You thought it was cute at how friendly and nice Beat was to Glass, especially going out of her way to ensure that he would be able to enjoy something he loves. Your next question for Glass involved the bird's name; why did he choose Peyo?
"Peyo was a name that came to me after seeing the him for the first time; he was so small and gray, that he resembled tiny pebbles or stones. Beat got him when he was fairly young, so that way he could bond with me a bit easier. There's just something about the name that rings true with this little guy."
Looking at the bird now, he really did resemble a gray rock in terms of his colors. It was a cute name, indeed, anyways, regardless if the bird fit the name's meaning completely. You began to ask Glass about the bird's temperament.
"He's always been super sweet and shy; regardless of how many people I introduce him to, he's always the same. He gets along well with Beat's bird, but I'm afraid to bring any other birds into his cage, as I don't completely know how he'll react to them. Besides, I don't have any plans on getting another bird, as Peyo is the perfect pet for me right now," Glass said, picking up the bird off of your shoulder and holding it close to his face. "Like I said before, he really does like to talk though. He's pretty curious when it comes to learning about everything, but he doesn't like to approach things head first. He'd rather wait patiently to see if everything is safe. That's also one of the reasons why I decided to clip his wings too; I would love for him to learn how to fly, but I know he'd be terrified to do so, especially in this home. Beat lets Inki fly, even though I'd prefer for her bird to not do so when they're over here, but Peyo holds no particular interest in flying. He'd rather sing and bounce around where he's safe on the firm ground below him."
You watched Glass put his pet back into his cage; the bird chirped happily as it bounded towards its food.
You decided that was all for Glass' pet area. Where do you want to explore now?
Glass' Bed
Glass' Closet
Glass' Desk Area
Or, perhaps you would like to go back and tour the other areas instead?
Living Room
Kitchen And Dining Area
All of the supplies and equipment for taking care of his winged friend was on the opposite side from his bed. Everything was nestled together nicely, and appeared to be recently cleaned. There was a medium sized white bird cage taking up most of the space; food, cleaning supplies, and various toys sat below the bird's housing. The bird itself was fairly small, barely taking up any room in the cage; it was a male cockatiel, and his wings were neatly clipped to prevent him from flying around and hurting himself. There were a lot of dangerous areas for a bird to be in Glass' apartment, specifically the two fans that decorated the ceilings in his bedroom and the living room.
"This little guy is Peyo," Glass said, opening up the bird's cage and allowing the bird to climb onto his finger. "He's a friendly little guy, and he loves meeting new people. He's pretty vocal too, so don't worry if he starts chirping; it's just his way of saying that he likes you."
Glass offered you the bird by extending his hand out to you. You cupped your hands and allowed the small cockatiel to climb up onto you; he was surprisingly gentle, and his clipped talons made his grip less painful. Peyo tilted his head as he looked up at you, which looked absolutely adorable. He whistled and clicked his beak before resting comfortably on the palm of your hands.
"Are you fine with him being on your shoulder? He'll probably preen your mane, but he doesn't pull hard and he doesn't bite. I can move him for you if you'd like; that way, your arms won't get tired from holding him out like that."
You nodded in response; you were a bit nervous about it all, but you trusted Glass completely. He wouldn't try to lie to you, so you allowed him to transfer Peyo onto your shoulder, next to your head. Glass scooped up the bird quickly and easily with his own hands and settled the cockatiel down on top of you. Peyo repeated the same movements, carefully analyzing what had just happened and where he was now before fluffing up and relaxing. He didn't try to preen you yet.
With your hands free, you could now easily look at the inside of the bird's cage. The bottom tray was lined with freshly placed sheets of old newspaper that Glass had recycled; there were a few shells of seeds Peyo had eaten displaced on top of it. On the sides of the cage were fake branches, allowing for the small bird to perch, rest, and climb around. A food bowl filled with nutritious seeds and a water bowl were also placed nearby each other for the bird to use. Small toys made out of wooden popsicle sticks decorated the top area of the cage; they appeared to be handmade by Glass, as you certainly haven't seen anything like them before at pet stores. There was also a few other toys made out of paper cupcake holders that Peyo could rip apart if he chose to do so. The cage also featured a fluffy, triangular bird bed that hanged from the ceiling of the cage. It was placed far away from the bird's play and eating area to ensure that it wouldn't get too messy.
You backed away from examining the pet's cage, noticing that Peyo was starting to move around and preen both you and himself. Glass was correct in saying that the small bird was incredibly gentle; the pet was so timid that it seemed like it was afraid of hurting you. You began to ask Glass about the pet; you wanted to know how he got him.
"Peyo was actually a gift to me from Beat; we both love birds, and I always wanted to own one myself seeing that she had her bird, Inki. She surprised me with this guy a few days after I returned back to San Francisco, as she saw how worn down I was. She spent every day for an entire month visiting me to help care for Peyo as I struggled with taking care of him on my own," Glass said, petting the bird's head as it stood on your shoulder. "She helped me carry him to this apartment when I moved out from my relative's home shortly after. I don't think I would have been able to keep him if it weren't for her help."
You thought it was cute at how friendly and nice Beat was to Glass, especially going out of her way to ensure that he would be able to enjoy something he loves. Your next question for Glass involved the bird's name; why did he choose Peyo?
"Peyo was a name that came to me after seeing the him for the first time; he was so small and gray, that he resembled tiny pebbles or stones. Beat got him when he was fairly young, so that way he could bond with me a bit easier. There's just something about the name that rings true with this little guy."
Looking at the bird now, he really did resemble a gray rock in terms of his colors. It was a cute name, indeed, anyways, regardless if the bird fit the name's meaning completely. You began to ask Glass about the bird's temperament.
"He's always been super sweet and shy; regardless of how many people I introduce him to, he's always the same. He gets along well with Beat's bird, but I'm afraid to bring any other birds into his cage, as I don't completely know how he'll react to them. Besides, I don't have any plans on getting another bird, as Peyo is the perfect pet for me right now," Glass said, picking up the bird off of your shoulder and holding it close to his face. "Like I said before, he really does like to talk though. He's pretty curious when it comes to learning about everything, but he doesn't like to approach things head first. He'd rather wait patiently to see if everything is safe. That's also one of the reasons why I decided to clip his wings too; I would love for him to learn how to fly, but I know he'd be terrified to do so, especially in this home. Beat lets Inki fly, even though I'd prefer for her bird to not do so when they're over here, but Peyo holds no particular interest in flying. He'd rather sing and bounce around where he's safe on the firm ground below him."
You watched Glass put his pet back into his cage; the bird chirped happily as it bounded towards its food.
You decided that was all for Glass' pet area. Where do you want to explore now?
Glass' Bed
Glass' Closet
Glass' Desk Area
Or, perhaps you would like to go back and tour the other areas instead?
Living Room
Kitchen And Dining Area
