Beaky Breakfast

Our good bird!
I let Gracie sleep in until 11:30 this morning and when I open the bedroom door and announced "time for beaky breakfast", she lifted her right foot and waited for my finger to fill it.
Then she stepped up and greeted the morning with me. Some preening and stretching was involved on the way to breakfast.
I believe the situation yesterday morning had to do with her emotional immaturity which we knew about early on as never going past a two year old - the terrible twos.
So our house is peaceful today and its current occupants are grateful.