This has brought back memories of how I was put off wearing earrings.
My Mum acquired a rescue parrot called Mac who perched on her shoulder muttering sweet nothings into her ear in a cheesy, Leslie Phillips way.
Mac's second love was polo mints. When Mum switched to wearing hoop sleepers Mac hooked his beak through one and pulled hard in the hope of a tasty snack. The romantic interlude was shattered by frantic shrieking and flapping from both parties! I couldn't stop laughing. Ah, happy days.
what is this behavior called does it have a name?
Adverts that are being shown on the tele
When a political leader lies on their CV - can you trust them?
. I love earrings, have far too many, all small, change them daily according to what I’m wearing.

