The family

Andrew, my nephew, keeps putting the chicks on Ernie's body, which has caused Ernie to whip his head back and forth to find out what the hell is sitting on his back. Poor Ernie. The birds just treat him like a roost, not a living being (or out-species brother/member of family). I'm learning that my birds aren't very loving, like the dogs are. They only care about food and a high place to sit and survey their kingdom. Ernie is used to it now, by the way. Don't report me to the Humane Society, okay?