My dear cockatiel, Bilbo, has a problem. He's addicted to himself. One glance at his reflection and it's love. Flowers bloom, hearts pitter patter and a bird's song rises in the air, literally *g*. Yes, yes. My dear bird is in love with himself.

His previous owners never paid attention to him and just gave him mirrors. It's become a hard habit to break him of. He found the mirror behind my door while being sneaky one day and I snuck up on him and snapped this. Low and behold, I caught myself in it too.