Fight club

In the past 24 hours, there were two (non-serious) events of parrot-on-parrot violence in our house. You will probably not be surprised to hear that both of these events involved Max, who I suspect still pines for the first 2 years of her life when she was an only parrot. (I can't blame her).

Event 1:

Thomas only worked a half day yesterday, so he was home for lunch. The greys were on the same play stand. He was feeding Max some of his lunch of wild rice. Apparently she enjoyed this so much that she temporarily forgot she was a prey animal and let her guard down. Stella creeped up behind her and took a bite out of Max's back, coming out with a beak full of timneh down feathers. Thomas saw Stella creeping up, but didn't think she'd do anything to Max (!)

Event 2:

Thomas also has today off (does he ever work?) so was eating breakfast as I headed down to run on the treadmill. I suddenly hear a shout and stomping back and forth between the kitchen and living room, so I came back upstairs.

Apparently Rocky was perched on his chair, minding his own business. Out of nowhere, Max flew over and tackled him to the ground! Thomas said they fell as one object to the ground and then wrestled around a bit before Rocky could distance himself.

One of Rocky's tail feathers was on the ground, so I said "It looks like Rocky lost a feather." Thomas replied, "And a little pride."

However, Rocky was singing and dancing while he said this, so I don't think his pride is too wounded!

Incidents like this one are why we're planning on keeping with medium-sized birds. If Max had tackled a budgie, it could mean death or serious injury. When she tackles Rocky, it means nothing serious. As much as I miss budgie sounds and really want another one (and there's even a gorgeous tame male at the rescue where we volunteer), I think we're good for now.