I was reading a book on whole foods cooking for Parrots (yes indeedy I was) and most of the pack let themselves in the back door (or perhaps it was the wind) and announced it was time for dinner.
Oliver the parrot was delighted and I had to hold each one up for his inspection and then they all filed in to their crates, were fed and went to sleep.
Bitty and Lily couldn't figure out the door thing, so I carried them in, took them to see Oliver too (why should they be denied) and then tucked them in as well.
What was so amusing is how amused THEY all were. Sometimes a little change in routine is just the bomb, isn't it?