Monday night

Thomas beat me home from work last night. When I got home, he was brewing, alone. Only Steve, in his cage, was in the kitchen with him. I asked him if the parrots were in their cages, but he said that they just hadn't wanted to join him. Within a minute, Rocky, Stella, Max, and Beeps flew or walked in.

Thomas was brewing something similar to Dogfish Head's Festina Peche, which we had while in Boston and loved. As he was making his peach puree, Max kept exclaiming "want some!" But she really didn't.I interpret this look as, "What is this? I don't like peaches! I thought this was squash!"

I sat down at the table since Thomas didn't need help at that moment, and Steve came down to eat, less than two feet away from me. He is getting more courageous! He seems to feel much more comfortable when Thomas isn't there. I think he lived with a single woman for the first years of his life.
On his favorite perch. You can see wood chipped off of his wood toy, a leather strap bitten off, and beads and arms bitten off of the purple toy.
I think I heard him say another word when we were in the living room and he was alone, but since I couldn't decipher it, it doesn't count.

The greys then all got almonds. Max actually cracked one open! Usually, she expects us to do the hard work for her.
I couldn't decide which of these Stella-almond pictures I liked better, so they are both here:
Steve also ate one, but dropped it as soon as I pointed the camera at him, so I gave up after two attempts and let him eat his almond undisturbed.