Oliver was up a full hour early this morning to explore the tonality of his new bell. He dismissed his usual waking routine and got right to work, chuckling happily. This new bell is silver-his other, beloved cowbell is brass. He examined the inner workings of both, played them both, played them both upside down before waddling over for a morning seed. Then it was back to the bells.
When the other lazy birds finally woke up, he joined their chorus with an exhuberance usually reserved for mid afternoon.
I'd really like to get him a small keyboard, and yes, I probably will.
I DO need to work on howling "Quasimodo Quasimodo" when he swings on his bells-it isn't a dignified accompaniment for the master of the bells.