"Ling" - Hand Feeding a Baby Starling

My eyes were shut for all of a minute, when the human woman comes into the lounge with what seems could feed the nest upstairs. She gently nudges me to see if I'm awake. If there's food I'm awake.
She then ever so gently puts her hands under me and closes them around me mumbling something to do with Reiki. She kept drawing little signs and I, kept thinking it was food. I still could not make out everything 100% yet. Especially if it kept moving around.
Then she lowered me over to one hand and down to the couch where her jersey was. I was left standing practically on one foot on her hand. I was OK with that.
The next thing she whips out this gigantic syringe. I mean what was she thinking? Did she care how I would react to a great big strange looking thing coming flying my way. Did she think I was born with the knowledge of this.
No, she was expecting me to react by opening my mouth.
Anyway with a bit of training I got her to start putting little bits onto the sides of my mouth. Gently She would drizzle some amazingly delicious concoction on the sides of my mouth and the juices would slip slowly into my mouth.
Hey! Wait a minute. I know she smells like the garden, but what's that other smell. I know that smell. That smells like that dogs breath. So that's what that was. Dog food mixed with water. At first I thought the water had just suddenly become very thick. Aye! Clever human. Who would have known. I, for one would never had dreamed of you giving me, a bird, dog food. Had I not been picked up by that dog with his mouth. The idea made me dizzy and so I shouted out "Hey! How about some applesauce or mashed worm!" Heh! Heh! That should get her thinking.
She paid me no mind and kept trying to get that food down my throat, murmuring "Piep! Piep!" like I was some kind of an idiot. I understand you woman, but why can't you understand me?
Well I suppose it is just as well because as soon as I can fly I am out of here. All I smell is that dog and some other kind of dog which she refers to as "Musch, Musch". Pretty nimble little fellow. I think he is pretending to ignore me. Just saying. Every now and again I find him looking at me very peculiarly.
And that big overgrown monster of a dog, well, he seems more confused than any trouble really. Always fussing when someone or something comes near me. Like he is trying to protect me, or something. Maybe this won't be so bad here after all. I'll just setup headquarters over here and gather up that take charge attitude I know I must have, and,...and,... Ooh! I'm getting sleepy now. What was in that stuff she was feeding...zzzzz

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