Siobhan
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On Sunday, Rocky bit my husband pretty badly. This is the third time he's bitten him. The first was bad. The second was bad, but not compared to the first one. This one was bad. All three times, we were mystified by what had set Rocky off. After the first bite, Hubby tried to find ways to interact with Rocky without picking him up. He pets him while Rocky's on the cage or on me. He offers treats. He makes toys for him. Rocky's fine with all of this. But on Sunday, Hubby decided to try to pick him up, asked him if he wanted to step up and he did want to, but as soon as he did, chomp. Then Rocky was on edge and testy all day and bit me, too, but not as bad. He just left a bruise on me, while he left a bloody hole on Hubby.
We had just about decided we were not cut out for having a cockatoo and I even contacted a rescue about taking him, but after watching Rocky sit in his cage all day on Monday (his choice; the door was unlatched and he could have come out if he wanted to), we thought maybe we ought to give him yet another chance. It's only been three months. He's had numerous homes before us and probably has trouble trusting people. Maybe we did do something wrong and weren't aware of it. This morning, Rocky was as sweet as could be, very quiet and gentle. I picked him up and gave him a morning snuggle. I kissed him and he kissed me back (he puts his beak against me and sticks his tongue out). I don't know. The other parrots have moods and Clyde bites me almost every day for something, but he's a Quaker and even though the bites hurt, he can't do lasting damage. Rocky could.
We had just about decided we were not cut out for having a cockatoo and I even contacted a rescue about taking him, but after watching Rocky sit in his cage all day on Monday (his choice; the door was unlatched and he could have come out if he wanted to), we thought maybe we ought to give him yet another chance. It's only been three months. He's had numerous homes before us and probably has trouble trusting people. Maybe we did do something wrong and weren't aware of it. This morning, Rocky was as sweet as could be, very quiet and gentle. I picked him up and gave him a morning snuggle. I kissed him and he kissed me back (he puts his beak against me and sticks his tongue out). I don't know. The other parrots have moods and Clyde bites me almost every day for something, but he's a Quaker and even though the bites hurt, he can't do lasting damage. Rocky could.