So I wake up and come down stairs to her cage, she put out a couple calls to see if I was up, I was. I hadn't stepped off the stairway and she was flying off a perch. She was kind of quiet and sitting in back corner of the cage, I assumed she just had a little slip. So as I go to change out her food and water bowls, as the first thing of the day, which is part of the routine, she started to fly about in the cage again, she never flies in the cage. She was very quiet and wouldn't repsonde to my voice or come near my hand, I thought WTH is going on.
Then it dawned on me, I was not fully dressed, just in red boxers, no shirt. Very bright red boxers. Ding ding ding, the bell went off in my head, she's freaked out about the red boxers, just like she was freaked out about a red kitchen towel three weeks ago.
Went upstairs, threw on some shorts and a shirt, and it's like I was a different person, she started her morning calls again, and running to the cage door as I approached.
Such finicky little minds they are, and it's crazy how much thought you have to put into how and when you approach them, even when they are your bird and so well bonded.
Note to self, Perjo isn't a big fan of the color red.
Then it dawned on me, I was not fully dressed, just in red boxers, no shirt. Very bright red boxers. Ding ding ding, the bell went off in my head, she's freaked out about the red boxers, just like she was freaked out about a red kitchen towel three weeks ago.
Went upstairs, threw on some shorts and a shirt, and it's like I was a different person, she started her morning calls again, and running to the cage door as I approached.
Such finicky little minds they are, and it's crazy how much thought you have to put into how and when you approach them, even when they are your bird and so well bonded.
Note to self, Perjo isn't a big fan of the color red.