Rocky is definitely the strangest parrot in our house. He doesn't like me, yet when I am home alone with the parrots, he will frequently seek me out. Thomas had to work Saturday, and Rocky wanted to be near (but not touching) me.
For a short while, the two of us were alone in the kitchen:Of course, once Max realized what was going on, she flew in, and Stella quickly followed her.
He's been rather hormonal lately, which involves contorting himself into strange positions; frequently involving leaning up against something, standing on one foot, and holding his tail with the other foot. This is extremely challenging to capture on camera, but you can kind of get the idea here:
I continue to work on our relationship and hope we can be friends some day. Lately, since it's cooler out and I'm wearing pants instead of shorts, I'll set him on my lap when we're on the couch. He almost immediately runs off of my lap, but at least he's not biting me or threatening to attack. Progress! Thomas thinks I could move our relationship forward if I only wore scrub pants, ratty race T-shirts from a decade ago, and a housecoat (like he does). Interesting theory...