Someone asked why I wouldn't hold a cockatoo on page 3, asked what happened...I really suck at quoting for a reply lol so I opt just to reply and hope they see I answered.
I had a sulphur crested male, this was probably about 10-13 years ago...He had not been with me his entire life, I got him from a friend who at that time was a breeder, someone had sold him to her for personal reasons, she didn't want to breed him she said and offered him to me, I have always kind of had this "bird whisperer" thing where even ones who were wild caught ages ago seem to come right to me and want to be held and step up, and he was fearful of her she said.
So I went and got him, he was skittish at first but quickly began stepping up and taking treats from me, I named him Sugar, he was so sweet, rarely vocalized loudly...just fit right in! Everything was a fairy tale
WELL...one day I was holding him, on my hand....all was well in Sugars world. He decided to fly down onto the floor and walk around, he was clipped but not so short that he couldn't glide down. I let him walk around for a bit then offered my hand and said "Up"...he waddled over (totally normal body language) and offered a foot so I reached a bit closer since I could tell he kinda wanted me to meet him halfway.
I kinda blacked out for a second I think from shock ( I sound like such a pansy lol) he laid into my index finger between the first 2 knuckles, and did not let go, NOT ONLY did he NOT let go he proceeded to grind his beak deep into my hand, I literally picked him up off the floor with him hanging from my finger he was going to town as if he was chewing gum...he was not letting go.
So I grabbed the top of his beak and basically pried him off...he glided majestically across the room and sat watching me, I lifted my hand and it was white as a sheet.....then I took a breath and the blood started gushing.
I used a perch and got him into his cage, shut his door and left the room to tend my wounds, the bleeding wouldn't stop long enough for me to tell how bad the damage really was, I ended up in the ER because of the excessive bleeding I couldn't get under control.
When they checked it out, he had torn out the skin and tissue between the knuckles/bends on my finger about an inch wide and an inch long...give or take....they said it was deep and I needed stitches but with the tissue "missing" they could not sew it up because as soon as I would bend the finger it would tear open etc. They even asked if the tissue has been thrown away or maybe was laying in the floor at the scene of the crime.
It took close to 2 months for it to heal enough that it didn't break open and bleed daily.
I tried to overcome my fear of Sugar after that but it just wasn't happening, I never saw the bite coming, no pin pointing of the eyes...they were black little pools of evil that I never could gauge his mood from. No feather fluffing or posturing that would have indicated he was aggressive or displeased in any way.
All of the birds I have now I can see their iris, I'm comfortable with that, I know when they are overly excited or upset...Cockatoos and their little devil eyes? No Thank You Sir!
I still have nerve damage and a ugly scar from Sugar. I found a lady who was interested in him not long after the attack, I explained to her what had happened and warned her! I drove home that day and vowed to never ever own another cockatoo again.