Hank.

The past few days I kept thinking about a bird and how wonderful it would be to have a large cage attached to the ceiling with a bird of paradise in it (that doesn't eat/shit/wake me up in the middle of the night with annoying sounds like the peacocks that sometimes run around at night in my stephfather's garden do) to keep me company and then 2 nights ago I dreamt about running in a bizar forrest whilst being followed by a big flamboyant bird so I had to draw him, his name is Hank and he's very friendly and wise.