I feel like a proud daddy. I needed to cut Ibby's toe nails, and he was pretty well behaved for it. Well, I did have to snatch him at one point, but then he was calm and had accepted his fate. After I finished, I hugged him to let him know that I still love him, even though I have to cut him up once in a while. He showed his love by insisting on staying in the crook of my arm, checking my shirt for worms. So I set him on his playground (he's starting to associate it with food), and went to the fridge for some meal worms. He saw the container, flew to my shoulder, ran down my arm and started digging through the grain the worms are kept in--and making a mess--only to come up with a shrivelled piece of lettuce. I started picking the worms out for him as he told me, "You're so cute!" After hand feeding him several, I let him dig around more to find his own. That's his natural behaviour, after all, so it's good to let him practice it now and then.
Let me just mention (again?) that I am ecstatic that Ibby can fly again, after continually breaking his primary feathers.
Oh, I cleaned Pip's aquarium, while I was at it. He really didn't seem scared of the turkey baster-turned-poop vacuum. Or maybe he just thought I couldn't see him behind that little plastic plant. I thought I heard a voice declaring, "He'll never find me back here!" Poor little guy didn't realize he was practically in plain view....
I sent out a mass email with my new email address and my cell phone number. If I missed anyone, my appy polly logies. (Clockwork Orange reference.)
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