Hitching a ride

Last night, we were heading from the kitchen to the living room for dinner.  This usually involves a few trips to get our food and drink moved over.  Usually the parrots have to make it in under their own power -- either by walking (Rocky) or flying (everyone else, except Brian who goes on my shoulder.)  For some reason, Thomas decided to ask Rocky and Max if they'd like to be ferried in last night.

As you can see, Max moved up from his forearm to my beer glass!  A la Lucille Bluth, I told her "If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear," but she was nonplussed and remained where she was.