My family noticed something: they love me so much that I am getting to be a bit too spoiled. In the beginning I never asked to be taken out of my aviary (being two cubical meters in size), but now I fold myself into a little package in one corner of the cage to be taken out, every time I see a family member. Although I know how much their hearts must bleed, they ignore me during those times. They keep their regular schedule, which means I am allowed to be out of my cage three or four times a day, almost an hour each time. Deep in my heart I realize it is more than enough, but as I approach my adolescence, I try to push them as far as I can.