While Monica was transformed into a mare, Damon was still living his best life ever. He still hung around the public park. He thought he's go live in a much bigger floral garden later on, even if it was a bit far, even by bird flight - literally. But for now he was happy simply getting used to all the complexities of being a bird. He was still smart enough as a human so as to pilfer food rather very easily. Very easily, in fact. He flapped into stores, seized foodstuffs with his beak and fly away fast. If at first he went for his old favorites, that is junk food, he quickly discovered he held no taste for these anymore. His new instincts pushed him towards nuts and fruits. He was happy to simply observe people, speak their words and hang out all day at the park, only to sleep on a branch at night, to wake up with the rising sun amongst other animals the next day. The sparrows and robins were already getting used to him and a few bats had watched him with clear curiosity but no aggressiveness. He liked to entertain tourists too. He danced and flapped his wings and mimicked their languages, which gave him pleasure at their enjoyment at seeing such a cute and sweet parrot. Damon saw screens now and again but if his curiosity got the better of him, he felt very bored fast. His bird desires were so much simpler to listen to.
Did he think about Monica? Seldom. Hardly. He did not even know what had happened to his former girlfriend. He had no idea she was a horse now. He assumed she had left the carnival and found someone else. So when he settled in the bigger park, a floral park, as summer was stretching on, he was still human to appreciate the lush nature around him but had left most of his human concerns far behind.