Friend's Dance

A creature of the wild who by all rights should have been terrified of me, Friend would allow me to gently touch his breast feathers while he was perched on his branch or on the edge of the box. Only once had he nipped me, and that was on the day when I found him helpless on the porch. Did this small being understand that I was doing everything in my power to ensure his survival? Animal behaviouralists will insist not, will say that I am anthropomorphizing intelligence where only instincts exist. But I say to you that this bird, my Friend, should have been panicking inside the house, inside a box, but he was not. Watch the video and see for yourself. Watch Friend dance!