lizardsmells
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I'm copying and pasting this story from my blog. I got to handle Kazi today and he's so smart and awesome!
Please tell me if it looks like I am doing anything wrong in relating to him. I really do adore him already and I want him to be happy above all.
Please tell me if it looks like I am doing anything wrong in relating to him. I really do adore him already and I want him to be happy above all.
Thatās right, he stepped up! I had to get some help from another of the volunteers with loads more parrot experience than I have to get him off the top of his cage in āhisā corner of the aviary. But she did and we went into the kitchen (neutral space) and had him step up on me. I spoke to him in a happy sing song voice, but quietly and without making much eye contact. I put my other hand in front of him and he growled. I ignored it and told him āupā and pressed against his breast with my finger lightly. He stopped growling and stepped up, but you could tell he wasnāt comfortable. For the first several minutes he was posturing to fly, but he knows he canāt do it very well (clipped ā all the birds there are) and he couldnāt seem to find a place close enough to flutter too that wasnāt already lower than my hand. So eventually he stopped trying and he got half an almond, which he loves. He sat on my hand and ate it.
I made Kazi āladderā (that is, to step off one hand on to another thatās slightly higher over and over) slowly and calmly for the next 5 or so minutes, then it was time for another almond, more sweet talk and nonsense. We spent about another 10 or so minutes like that.
I noticed Kazi making this burbly little mumble over and over. And it struck me that Iād read somewhere or heard from someone recently that imitating the parrot can establish a little trust and communication at first, so I tried. I wasnāt very good, but Kazi seemed to know what I meant, and he said it again, so I said it again.
Now I donāt know exactly who started it, whether I was delighted that Kazi and I were communicating and I asked him for a kiss or whether he was delighted we were communicating and he offered one, but either way we quickly had a new game where he would make the sound, then I would make the sound, then heād lean in and touch his beak to my lips and Iād say āYay! Kazi kiss!ā. I donāt care. It was *awesome*. We spent a really fun several minutes together just playing our newly learned game. By the end of our time together he was readily giving me a kiss when Iād ask for a Kazi kiss and he was stepping from hand to hand without growling at me and even, the few times it happened, stepping up off my shoulder without too much complaint. He clearly didnāt want to, but no large birds on shoulders. Kaziās not much of a biter (although I did get a good one from him, which youāll hear about in a minute), but a bird on a shoulder is a no-no. Nothing bigger than a Senegal, anyway. So Kazi had to step up whether he wanted to or not. He knew it, but he wanted to make sure I knew he didnāt like it much. He was always very gentle. I got a couple of hard pinches, but nothing too bad. Eventually it was time to return him to his cage, but not before I took a risk and asked for a Kazi kiss twice in a row while standing inches from his cage. He could have probably leapt over to it with a healthy hop and a flutter. But he gave them with no hesitation, both times and then I moved him close enough so he could step down on to his cage.
Once I got done with taking photos of some birds a volunteer brought in to get their pictures taken (Iām updating photos of all the birds for the foundation website) I went back out to Kazi. I knew he could āupā an I was going to make him do it again, only this time from the top of his cage, a good foot above my head on a Boing, basically as high as he could get, heās an insecure little guy. He didnāt want to. He REALLY didnāt want to so he gave me a good bite on my finger to make me go away. Too bad for him it had no effect whatsoever except that I made him step up on a stick and then my hand. Once he was on my hand he was my buddy again and we played our kissing game some more in the kitchen.
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