Almost every evening, Peanut sits on my shoulder while I wash up the dishes. Usually we make kissy noises to each other, or sing. But tonight, he was doing something...different. He was very...enthusiastic.

Parrots sometimes fall in love with their primary owners. I know Peanut loves me, since he's come close to regurgitating for me a couple of times. I usually tell him I love him, and then walk away, since I don't want to encourage an obviously doomed relationship. I don't know for sure what a Parrotlet Hunka Hunka Burning Love song and/or dance are like, but I think they have both songs and dances. When Peanut regurgitates, he gets up on his tippy toes, stretches his neck, and paces back and forth on his perch, chirping loudly the whole time.

Now, I can't say for sure what Peanut was doing while I washed dishes tonight, since he's very small and I don't have eyes in the back of my head (and the Finsters never tell me anything). But I wouldn't be surprised if he were stretching up on his tippy toes, stretching his neck, and pacing back and forth on the collar of my shirt. He was certainly chirping loudly the whole time. I'll leave the rest to imagination.