I went to the rescue yesterday after work. I got to see and interact with some of my favorite parrots not living with me.
First, as promised, here's a picture of Steve. His mutilation is under his wings, so you can't see it.The rescue has a severe macaw up for adoption, so of course I had him out for a bit. He was just wonderful, snuggling against the crook of my arm, singing, dancing, etc. This is the best picture I could get, as he tries to attack the camera:When I got home, I was so happy to see my own parrots again. As Thomas was preparing dinner, he had Rocky on his shoulder (which is something we rarely do). Somehow, one of Rocky's feathers got turned around. It was like this for about an hour. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and made Thomas smooth it out.
We had a very pleasant evening together. The more I think about adding another bird to our home, the more I think that the time just isn't right. It kills me to think that I could be doing more, but I need to be fair to our current parrots and to Thomas and me. Things are going really well right now and I worry about upsetting that balance.
In other news, last night was the first night Calypso spent in his cage (instead of the hot box) in almost two months. It worked out really well. No night frights or mutilation. Thomas is just working a half-day today, so we left him in his cage this morning as well. We're hoping to transition him back to his cage permanently.
He absolutely loved his hot box (though he loves his cage, too -- he's very easy to please!) but it will be nice to get it off of our kitchen table!
I can't believe it's the weekend again. I hope that everyone has a nice one! More long running is planned here, so I'm hoping for decent weather.