A little like it.

I was awakened at 5 am this morning my a ruckus in the bird room. I rushed in to find Cyril thrashing against the sides of his cage, panting and flapping.  My bird has night terrors. 

I spent the next half hour holding him and petting him and talking to him as he shook and hyperventilated.  When he had finally calmed down, I put him back in his cage, to have him promptly climb out and offer his neck to me for a scratch.  I couldn't not scratch him, he's too sweet, so I didn't get to bed until about six. 

If a little bird can keep me up in the night, I don't stand a chance with a kid.