You would think they’d just heard the world was ending

I have birds that are, by any standards, living a very good life. They get fresh food, water and veggies every day. They are in clean, spacious cages with access to big picture windows yet each has a corner to which they can retreat if something seems scary. I work out of my home which means I am here with them all day. The TV or radio is always on for their amusement.

Yet when I ask them to spend one day in a different room in a smaller cage so they are not affected by paint smells, they act as though they are being visited by Visigoth hordes bent on recreating the rape of the Sabine women.

Good grief!