Oddly my (regular) lovebirds are at war. At breakfast, the white one always finds a way to dominate the seed bowl, pecking off the blue one’s miserable attempts at a decent meal. Whitey is now getting fat, while Bluey remains slightly starved. I’ve changed their bowl into a bigger one to accomodate both warbirds at the same time.

Meanwhile, the African lovebirds look at them like they are the weirdest birds on the planet.

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