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Don't worry about your wife being a "bird person", Timmy will win her over. That beak is scary, but when she learns how much he loves her and wants her attention, it will bring her around too. My poor husband kept trying even when ours was growling and him, and standing on his head trying to get him to take a treat. It is just heartwarming to live in the moment of your excitement for Timmy. I am happy for your family. This grey experience is like nothing I ever experienced in my life and I have had a lot of adventures. You will have to start telling Timmy to coax your wife "Its okay mama, I won't bite"... LOL

At the end of reading I heard a laugh of wicked glee and had to look around a bit to conclude that it was ME!

I so appreciate the approach you are taking with your harness training. It has to be really hard to stop while you are being successful, but I do believe that is the key to building trust through quiet communication and rewards. I have really enjoyed these posts. I look forward to many harness adventures in the spring when you get out and about.

That movie was a favorite of mine too. I have happy memories of spending time with my nephew and watching it with him while he and his little conure needed some major TLC.

It is so good to see someone doing research ahead of time to find a grey companion. Please be careful if you are offered an unweaned baby, some breeders will tell you how easy it is and offer a discount. If that happens, run. If they are unconcerned for the chicks welfare, they are not the right breeder for you.

Ah Harvey, tis better to pinch a jelly bean than a jillybeanz

How precious. There is not a doubt in my mind that our birds have connected with us with a depth that can not be explained. I am so happy for you and Averi and all the wonderful times you have yet to experience together. I love all the happy families on this forum.

You are not going to regret Sadie. It may take some time for her to trust, but you have the experience and the mindset to make it work. In time, you will wonder how you ever did without her. Thanks for sharing your good news with us.

Thanks for keeping track of our precious friends, my heart is with them through their health crisis and I pray for Jay's doctors to help him and for Maggie to have strength as she is caring for him and for their flock.

Alfie is a trendsetter for sure. I love the series of three photos, the sleepy on in the middle is just precious. When I looked at the one on the far right, that feather looked like a Photoshop effect of a shining star, glowing. I am absolutely certain, this is the beginning of the growth of a halo for sweetness and light. Love it!

Quick cover for you there Stephen, I still think it was you, not Isaac. LOL

This is just bizarre. Last night, I was thinking about missing Kopi, the smell of his head and the way he let me kiss his feet. I wasn't going to say anything about kissing gnarly little birdie feet, but I do it to Java too. I love their feet. One of my favorite Spock photos is of him holding up to show us the bottom of his feet. When we lived in the middle east, we discovered that showing the bottom of your foot to someone was rude, so of course after that, I was compelled to do so, just to close friends of course. You can go to jail for a year if you make an obscene finger gesture, I was trying so hard to find a way to get my foot up to the windshield, but alas am not that limber. I stuck to wearing a pair of driving mittens instead to keep me out of trouble.

There is always room in our day for laughter. Now, the spandex and lycra... not so much, although Halloween is just around the corner, I might get my husband and outfit then post his picture on The People Of WalMart... hahahahahahaa. I should tell you about the time when we were first married, got him sweet talked into trying on my red Dr. Denton footed sleeper pajamas with the drop seat. Then, I snatched a camera from the nightstand and flashed, the camera was out of film, but he didn't know that. He ripped the feet right out of my jammies snatching them off so fast. That was before digital cameras and Photoshop. My latest wicked delight was to take the photo they gave us from his colonoscopy, put his head in the scanned picture and told him he had something to worry about, the doctor found something interesting he thought might need extracted. He wouldn't have married me if he hadn't had a sense of humor.

My daughter returned home for a while. She is working and going to school full time. She also started an exercise routine that includes training to run a 5K at Thanksgiving. After a dog in the neighborhood bit her in the back of the leg, her dad started running with her. Last night at ten, she had already put in fourteen hour day including work, class and more than three hours of commute time. For the first time since she started her routine, she asked me to give her regrets to Dad, but she was going to bed early. When he came out in running gear... to run in the rain, I told him and he quipped with a grin, "are you going to take her place?" My reply was "I am only going to run if someone is shooting at me, and even then I would have to think about it." He was still laughing when he got home.

I would have to agree that my sympathies lie with the parrot, not the man. Can you imagine taking on a parrot and making a transition that a rehome takes and then years later after patience and bonding, another interested person steps into the picture and says, he's mine, I want him back? If this particular parrot had adjustment difficulties, I don't think we would be reading about how many people return over and over again to see him. It would seem he is well adjusted to his habitat and is happily entertaining many. I am going to venture a little bit to guess he also probably has at least one caregiver there who is invested in his well being. If this is a public place, what would stop the man from coming often and enjoying a relationship... if the parrot could forgive him for giving up and walking away in the first place.

I have seen some new versions of a pumice perch that has a coating across the top so it is not abrasive to their feet and have also been advised not to put one in the cage at the highest level because it isn't good for them to sleep on it. For mine, I put it next to the food dish so he would get on and off it often and watched the bottom of his feet. For the boing, I noticed it scared our birds at first because it moved when they didn't expect it, so I stretched it a bit, fastened it on both ends so they could get the feel of it, then I took the bottom clasp off and it didn't take any time at all for them to make the second adjustment to motion.

Dan, when I saw the subject line and started reading, I was thinking of the crane or heron that was attracted to your Koi pond. Although Dayo being scared is nothing to laugh about, I did have a little chuckle at my misunderstanding. You are such a good daddy to be able to put yourself in his talons and think of what it was that was threatening him and find a way to reassure him and make sure he is not bullied by that crane out there.

And he was probably grumbling about being awakened from his lovely nap too. I am glad your momentary scare turned out to be an innocent nap.

We are on the no-call registry, and that has slowed the calls a bit, but not stopped them. There is always a way to get around the rules. At our house, we have a running contest of who can come up with the best strategy. We have a tie for first place. Prior to the rules, my husband had a call selling magazines. He agreed and agreed and had quite a list and then he complimented on the fabulous price, he said he never heard of such prices for magazines in Braille. He explained to the caller that he thought he was calling from the association for the blind. We got no more calls from that telemarketer. My favorite was when they were having the long distance "wars". David would jump ship for the best price, then I was the one at home to get the calls. As one of the carriers told me the fantasy benefits of switching, I told him politely, no thanks, this is my husband's area of concern. He replied with a challenge "Oh, so you don't have the authority to make decisions on your phone carrier?" I took the bait. "Oh, no, sir, I am not permitted to have any opinions when my husband isn't home." In a hushed tone, I said "I am not allowed to answer the phone when he is not here, you aren't going to tell him are you?" He was sorry, oh, so sorry ma'am.... and I didn't get any more calls from him either. It isn't near as much fun now with asking politely to take me off the calling list and then on the second call, asking again, please take me off the calling list or the next time you call it is going to be unpleasant. And that is when I test the smoke detector.

Come to think of it, my wicked cackles of glee just to think of the smoke detector counter offensive would haunt them to the end of their days. LOL.

Oh golly gee, please I should give them my number. Then I would assure them my system was on, click on the keys and try to help them to help me and give them all my make believe fairy tale passwords. I would quicken the pace of their heart by being every so trusting and helpful and then say "my machine is making a strange noise, can you hear it?" No, let me turn it louder, can you hear it? No? Can you turn up your volume, you really need to hear this. And then, and then, hit the smoke detector test button quick like a bunny and give their rudeness and treachery right back at em.

Keep trying, you'll get this photo thing in proper order for us. I remember when I was trying, I had to wait a long time for the upload and click one more thing for it to post. Time and patience, just like with our birds, you'll get it though. Thanks for hanging in there.

Isaac is so beautiful and graceful even in his exuberance. Thank you so much for catching this on video for us. Thank you Isaac for accomodating so quickly when we asked for more. Stephen, your laughter and obvious love for Isaac is the most joyful music to my soul.

I am looking forward to seeing your whirling dervish. He may be making up new dance moves. Your enjoyment of Isaac never fails to bring me great pleasure. The two of you were just meant for each other.

It is such a pleasure to read about how you helped Dorian figure out how to communicate his needs to you and how quick you have been to make things right in his little world again. I am just so happy you came back to tell us of your progress. Thanks.