I don't think we're that bad but it's true that when he gets on one of his epic (read longwinded) tales of morality (read hodge podge of Aesop's fables, traditional Japanese stories and the bible) we do tend to tune him out a bit.
But he's undeterred. And he's discovered a far more receptive audience- the new chooks.
The new chooks are doing fabulously well. Chooks are notoriously dumb and it took them two whole days to notice/ figure out how to use the gaping wide hole that is the door between the coop and the rest of the cage. You can imagine then that roosting- flying up to a branch about a metre off the floor- was light years beyond their understanding.
And so every evening K and I go out and pick them up off the floor and place them on the roosts. At first K was a little hesitant but it grew on them and he always gives them a peptalk as he goes. As of a couple of days ago he's been going out by himself.
Tonight he came in from the roosting debacle well chuffed with himself.
"They did it!"
Yesterday I told them I am going away for work tomorrow and won't be here at night to put them on their roost. I told them they'd have to really try. And tonight they did it!
I'm not so sure it wasn't just a chook lightbulb moment but it certainly is making K feel listened to and looked up to and, when it comes to long tales of right and wrong, rather the chooks than us so we'll go with the chook whisperer angle I think!