Picture the following scenario: You wake up too early on a saturday with the help of an alarm clock so that you might be tired enough to go to bed earlier so that you can wake up at an ungodly hour on sunday so that you can drive to a dog show.
Then picture the dogs, who usually follow you into the kitchen, suddenly overjoyed by the fact that they might be getting food soon, just lying about, looking at you like you’d lost your mind. And the cockatoo, who normally greets you with a good morning, initially looking at with wonder clearly written in his look, later starting to tell you to
go to sleep, good night. And all you’d want to do is follow the birds advice.