The Golden Pastry Crumb

A sweet, buttery scent drew me downward from the curtain rod. I banked sharply in mid-flight, executing a tight U-turn before touching down beside a small ceramic plate. There it rested—a golden, almond-topped bear claw pastry. I stood motionless, crest tilted high, examining the glossy ridges and the flaky crust. Taking three measured, cautious steps forward, I dipped my beak down and picked up a single loose, crunchy flake from the rim. Sweet almond and warm butter! Delighted, I gave a soft chirp, pecked another crisp crumb, and gave my wings a quick, contented flutter. #sunny #Petcockatiel