I've written before about how I don't keep an extremely vigilant eye on my parrots' whereabouts. With six of them, our philosophy of parrot personal responsibility, and the fact that our home is pretty well parrot-proofed, it's how we choose to live. It's not right for everyone -- I've met parrots that need to be constantly watched or they will destroy door frames or worse.
Don't misunderstand -- if they're not in eyesight, I check on them every few minutes and always rush in if I hear unusual noises or suspect something is up. I just don't watch them every single second they're out of their cages.
This morning, I was walking back and forth between the living room and kitchen, giving the parrots new food and water for the day. The greys were in the kitchen and everyone else was in the living room, either on (Calypso and Daphne) or in (Rocky and Beeps) their cages. The normal routine.
I spend about 5 minutes at the end exclusively in the living room, when I'm wrapping the greys' pellets and then hiding them in their cages. When I returned to the kitchen, having fed and watered everyone, I did a quick check to make sure the greys were perching in acceptable places.
I couldn't find Stella.
Oh, hello!She'd never perched there before, to my knowledge. I just love this innocent-looking pose she sustains here.
Were you looking for me?