I got home a few minutes before Thomas last night, so all of the parrots were out when he came home from work. The greys always fly right over to him to welcome him; yesterday, Beeps joined them. He landed on Thomas's back pants pocket:He then started climbing his way up Thomas's back, but I removed him before he got very far. Beeps is unpredictable at times and we do everything we can to prevent a facial bite!
We were cooking, or rather Thomas was cooking. I did try to help, but Beeps and Max were extremely needy last night. Beeps, in particular, would not leave me alone. I'd place him on a stand, and he'd immediately fly over to me. Since he spends so much of his day (when I'm at work) in his cage, I didn't want to cage him -- I figured he was telling me he wasn't getting enough attention. Max, who is usually more independent, started being just as needy as Beeps. I suspect this was less that she wanted to spend time with me and more that she didn't want Beeps (her nemesis) to have me to himself.
With a parrot on each arm, I couldn't accomplish much. Luckily, Thomas picked up the slack so we ate dinner at a decent time.
One of the few times Max flew off of me was when she spied garlic cloves on the counter. Here she is, perched on my cookbook, eating garlic that was supposed to be for the recipe (don't worry, we had extra!):
Finally, I found that Beeps would perch on the green stand for about 5 minutes before leaving to find me. We keep all of our plastic bags in a bag attached to our pantry (and bring them to the store to recycle them when it's full). I had opened the pantry door to grab something, and Beeps grabbed a plastic bag to chew on! I didn't want him to accidentally eat any, so I grabbed the bag away and gave him a piece of wood instead.
After dinner, we were in the living room. Rocky has been hanging around, on, and under the food cart. He is so strange!