Last night I got a bite. A nasty one. (See the picture... yes sutures were required)
How did this happen you might ask? Well, long version is my friend had come over while I was at band practice and she had let Romeo out of his cage. This is perfectly normal and fine... she's my backup when I go out of town so her handling him and him being COOL with it is important.
While he was out she'd been singing and dancing and just getting him rather worked up. When I came home he, Stephen and the dogs were all VERY wound up as it took me a bit to get my crap in the house.
Add to that he was up way past his bed time and we have a tired and overly excited macaw. He took a shot at me and rather than pay attention I got close to him to tell him that wasn't OK. I told him "NO" (his least favored word) and looked him in the eye. Of course I was TOO close and was ignoring the warning shot he'd just laid down. So he delivered his message a bit more clearly.
After that, while staunching the blood flow I talked him into calming down and was able to put him to bed. Then we got me medical care and
TL;DR: I pushed his buttons and didn't pay attention. He bit my face. We're good now.
Moral of the story: when your bird is cranky and nips at you, respect what he's telling you and don't push your luck. This was all my fault. ENTIRELY.
And it's kinda funny.
How did this happen you might ask? Well, long version is my friend had come over while I was at band practice and she had let Romeo out of his cage. This is perfectly normal and fine... she's my backup when I go out of town so her handling him and him being COOL with it is important.
While he was out she'd been singing and dancing and just getting him rather worked up. When I came home he, Stephen and the dogs were all VERY wound up as it took me a bit to get my crap in the house.
Add to that he was up way past his bed time and we have a tired and overly excited macaw. He took a shot at me and rather than pay attention I got close to him to tell him that wasn't OK. I told him "NO" (his least favored word) and looked him in the eye. Of course I was TOO close and was ignoring the warning shot he'd just laid down. So he delivered his message a bit more clearly.
After that, while staunching the blood flow I talked him into calming down and was able to put him to bed. Then we got me medical care and
TL;DR: I pushed his buttons and didn't pay attention. He bit my face. We're good now.
Moral of the story: when your bird is cranky and nips at you, respect what he's telling you and don't push your luck. This was all my fault. ENTIRELY.
And it's kinda funny.