She wouldn't go out until she'd had her mealworms, which was fair enough. Then she wanted yoghurt (and yes, I do know this for a fact. She started scraping herbeak inside her empty yoghurt cup). And then she wanted a fresh bit of Garvo.
When she'd finally run out of delays, I picked her up and stood her by the open back door. She stood with her beak outside, doing nothing. I unpacked the shopping, which had helpfully arrived early, while I was in the shower.
When the shopping was away, I tried to encourage Tilda to jump outside. She did her surprisingly nimble shimmy, and wedged herself underneath one of the breakfast bar stools.
I'll take that as a no then. Well, I'll take it as a "not just now, thank you".
