I feel like I’m living with the President

This is Sunny. She’s our bird.

This is Craig. He’s my DH. (dear husband)

Craig is Sunny’s person. (most birds develop a special bond with one person) Every time he comes in to the room, she announces him by screeching loudly. I feel like I’m living with the president. She sees and hears things before I do. I know when he’s arriving. Maybe we should just give him some music just like the president has?