Q tends to be chirpy in the morning.
No pun intended.
Lately he's taken to letting us know he wants to go back into his cage by flying to the top of it and craning his neck around to look down into it. When we offer a finger, he hops on immediately to be ceremoniously led back to his favorite perch, from which he'll proceed to grab a sip of water or start on his breakfast.
After he has had his share of our
breakfast, of course.