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Need to start another topic Ray.

Wary zons can really give a good bite.

When I first got my grey, she would nip at my ears. After a few stern "no bites" and the action didn't stop, she was banned from my shoulder for awhile. Now she has learned that she can't nip at my ears if she wants on my shoulder. They are very smart and you have to be persistent and clear in your "cans and cannots" with your grey. As for the disliking children/people, my grey chooses whom she likes and dislikes, what can you do??? Small children are impulsive and quick in their actions, some greys are very leery of quick movements. My grey is leery of most people but me, she has decided that my 11-year old grandson is fine and so is my 22-year old grandson. But they are calm and gentle young men. The more rambunctious grandsons are just not allowed around my parrots more for their protection than my fids.

Morana, this is all water under the bridge now. I rescued Sully from a pet store in my country town, population is just over 13,000. He would scream and eat chicken noodle soup and sit all day in a dirty cage. He had a bad leg and he was plucked and miserable. He came to live with me and was a sweetheart and very calm. He was clipped and had been for the 7 1/2 years he lived in the pet store. He was sold at least two times before me and was always returned because of his screaming and biting. He and Ana Grey became my flock. His leg got better (perhaps it was just the filth on his talons) and he is now fully flighted. Sully eventually became infatuated with me and began to lick my arm with his tongue and try to latch on with his beak. I have a blood problem and getting a cut or bad bite could be lethal to me. Sully is a mature male ekkie and not my type so after some PMing with a respected knowledgeable member of this forum. I decided I could no longer handle Sully safely as he would lunge at me and give me the evil eye most of the year. So two years later, I decided that he belonged with Jordan, a young man in the neighborhood who has had some bad breaks and needed a friend as much as this fid needed him. They became good friends and the rest is history. This is the best thing I could have done for Sully, he is happy and very much loved. Do I wish he and I could have had a friendship, yes, I am quite jealous of the close bond Jordan and Sully have and disappointed I couldn't do that for Sully. Am I sorry I give Sully do Jordan, certainly not, he is happy and Jordan is a great parront for him. The next time I see Jordan and Sully I'll get a picture to post, here.

Ray you need to pick a new topic and start the game rolling!!!

I always look forward to your posts Dave. Some times they make me laugh but you are so honest in what you say. I love them all (well most of them)!

My parrots all sleep and eat in their main personal cage. During the day they are usually just roaming around the house usually in the room I am in. When we travel they sleep in their travel cages.

Value their unconditional love.

Steal your heart with every flap of their wings.

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The only one I have trouble with going to bed is Ana Grey, she flies over hill and dale until I use my "pissed off" voice and then she settles down. I think it is more a game for her now and exercise before being "locked up". I don't cover anyone as they have their own room with a drape over the window. I do not leave a light on. Each parrot is different, try covered and uncovered to see which Pancho likes best. Ana Grey is usually the alarm clock in the morning, she loves to talk first thing in the AM. I just lie in bed and smile, I so love to listen to my babies!

Yes the State of Washington is lush and green if not wet and soggy. LOL!!!!!

I would think that it doesn't matter how the smell gets into the air, its the smell/odor that is bad for our greys. If I want to use candles, I stick to beeswax candles, I understand they are safe for our fids. They are the type I have in case of an emergency power outage.

Enemies are hard to forget for a grey.

The gang has been going outside in this marvelous sunshine about every third day lately. They all have their own techniques about how they like to enjoy the sun. Although Louie, the zon, still won't let me touch him, once he sees his travel cage come up to his cage door he readily goes in all on his own because he knows he will get to do his favorite thing. Go out in the sunshine!!! Check out the video!

Time for a new game!!!! Alright here's how it is. The game is pretty simple. -The first person starts with the letter A as the first letter in their post, then the next post starts with B, then C, then D, and so on. -Once it gets to the letter Z, just start back with A. -No skipping letters! Example: Bob: Alligators are cool. Joe: Boo, alligators suck. I got bitten once at the zoo. Zack: Can you guys stop fighting Joe: Dude, we're not fighting Or something like that. The conversation can pretty much be about anything. I'll start: A grey is a wonderful friend.

Hi Bill, congrats on your new baby Cag. I am looking forward to hearing more about your new baby. Welcome to the Grey family!

Happy Hatchday Sydney!!!! Love that cake and candles great idea!!!!

Just bathed the fids and am watching them dry off and listening to them talking up a storm.

A little more info Joe. Where do you work and where would Mikko be during the day. In your office, in your car, or in the waiting room? what about interaction with others? We need more info please!

Happy Anniversary Ray!!!! You are a wonderful part of this forum and very often make my day! Glad you found us and so glad you are here! You are simply the best!!!!

I have three parrots, but I purchased all for selfish old me. My parrots do not like each other and they are always jockeying for position. I am home almost all the time and on the occasions I am gone for the day, they are all in the cages and quite happy. No one plucks; no one goes on a hunger strike... they are just happy to see me and come out and play. If you give your grey proper together time and see that it has toys and food and perhaps a little musical (radio on) entertainment, I see no reason to worry about the eight hours you are gone during the day. Even though I am home most of the time, each of my parrots likes alone time where he/she will go sit on a cabinet, perch or at a window and contemplate life. So don't worry and you both will be happy!

My younger brother sent this to me, around my birthday. I thought I would share it. The Green Thing In the line at the store, the cashier told an older woman that she should bring her own grocery bags because plastic bags weren't good for the environment. The woman apologized to him and explained, "We didn't have the green thing back in my day. " The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment." He was right -- our generation didn't have the green thing in its day. Back then, we returned milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. But we didn't have the green thing back in our day. We walked up stairs, because we didn't have an escalator in every store and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn't climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks. But she was right. We didn't have the green thing in our day. Back then, we washed the baby's diapers because we didn't have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy obbling machine burning up 220 volts -- wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. But that old lady is right; we didn't have the green thing back in our day. Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house -- not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of the state of Montana . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn't have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, we used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn't fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn't need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity. But she's right; we didn't have the green thing back then. We drank from a fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn't have the green thing back then. Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn't need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint. But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn't have the green thing back then? **Note**Please forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from a smart aleck young person.

I got one of the kits in the mail and when I went to pick up my grey, the breeder plucked the feathers and put them in the plastic envelope. The breeder figured it was the last thing she would be doing for her baby and so it was better the grey "blamed" her instead of her new parront! I never noticed any problems for my grey, so if it hurt, she didn't really think about it. The breeder told me my grey was a female and I also thought she was. We were right, woman's instinct, I guess. The testing place e-mailed me my grey's sex and also sent a certificate. My second grey was tested before I got him by the breeder and she gave me the certificate. Some breeders now do the sexing for the buyer so that you know your grey's sex beforehand.

Oh pooh, Pshaw! pish! Thanks for the belly roll!!! That's all I have to say. Hopefully Dave007 will pop in here and clear this all up with some expert advice. ***Note*** Dave you beat me to it!!!!! Excellent answer!!!