I am Jamie. That is Timber's previous owner's name. Guess he figures that the the term used for the household slave...
I'd take being called "bird" as a compliment!
Same here! No expertise but someone who can help will be along to give their input. As you've probably seen on here many times, you should take Echo to an avian vet if possible.
It is a blessing to have a spouse who shares your enjoyment of birds! Of course if he didn't, you probably wouldn't have the flock you have now.
As to your living arrangements, I was reminded of an episode of the Beverly Hillbillies. Remember the one where they built a cabin in the back for Granny? I was wondering if you and Pat had considered a lean-to type structure for you and him to live in...
Loved the pics! Just remember that birds have their own personalities. I'm just saying that with my luck, I'd get the only 'too in creation that didn't like to cuddle or didn't want to with me. No guarantees there. As to the jealousy, they do get jealous. Timber starts trying to get my attention when I pick up one of the cats, or even if I'm just talking to someone in the same room with him.
Timber says "asshole" (appropriately) and dammit (just whenever). These are words he came with. I haven't heard dammit lately, but he still calls hubby "asshole" at times.
Maybe it is both, but Timber doesn't seem to be trying to escape but rather to remodel. He will chew small holes in the sides to peer out of, and he does eventually scratch and chew through the bottom. That's when I have to replace the box unless it gets soiled before that.
Timber will spend an hour or so in the box at times. He will scratch, chew and nap in the box. He also hides in there and springs out when I come back in from another room.
He is a small TAG, and doesn't like to chew on wood much. I assume he uses the cardboard to satisfy his natural instincts to shred and chew. As to his motivations, who knows? A busy bird is a happy bird in my book
Reminds me of a boss I had one time. Several of us were traveling to a meeting in a van. We were just chatting about the left-handed, right-handed thing. The boss said, "Well, I'm amphibious," and smirked. Sad thing was I was the only one that laughed, the others nodded wisely and said "Oh, really?" Makes me question the IQs of my coworkers...
I wouldn't be so certain about the other birds leaving his toes alone. I've read about incidents of that here on the forum. I'm not trying to bring you down, but wanted to mention that.