Sometimes Max is so wonderful!
Actually, most of the time. I am really lucky to have such a fabulous parrot.
Tonight, she was on her stand and I was at the table. She flew down to request head pets. How could I deny her?
And a wonderful bonding experience resulted:
I really hope that everyone feels this way about their own parrots, but I feel so lucky with mine. They weathered losing one of their owners with grace and strength. They are as happy and wonderful as ever. In just a few months, I will have had Max longer than I will have been married! Having this amazing bond with such a sensitive, wonderful creature humbles me. I pity Thomas, who so easily gave her up. What could he possibly have been thinking?