Siobhan
New member
Yesterday was one of those days where, if you'd never met and lived with a cockatoo, you would wonder WHY people talk about how challenging they are.
Rocky was a perfect angel all day. He wanted to snuggle. He wanted to sit on my knee. We toured the house (which is new; he was abused and spent a long time terrified to be out of sight of his cage). In between, he sat on his cage, fluffy and content, played with his toys quietly (QUIETLY!!!) and didn't even try to yank the curtains off the window. I offered a bath and he declined, but he let me dribble water on him and didn't object. He sat on my shoulder, which I usually discourage, but came back down to my arm without argument when I asked. He was in such a mellow mood that I wasn't worried about him being on my shoulder.
Rocky was a perfect angel all day. He wanted to snuggle. He wanted to sit on my knee. We toured the house (which is new; he was abused and spent a long time terrified to be out of sight of his cage). In between, he sat on his cage, fluffy and content, played with his toys quietly (QUIETLY!!!) and didn't even try to yank the curtains off the window. I offered a bath and he declined, but he let me dribble water on him and didn't object. He sat on my shoulder, which I usually discourage, but came back down to my arm without argument when I asked. He was in such a mellow mood that I wasn't worried about him being on my shoulder.