Conure gets to "meet" Kiwi closer than he wanted to
I was SO PROUD of Kiwi today! For anybody that thinks their parrotlet is beyond hope... (I thought that about Kiwi for quite awhile... what wild thing did I bring home?)... time, and love, really does pay off.
Mango got his first taste of Kiwi's fury today. I had him out, and we were working on Find Ace. He flew away, as birds tend to do when they get a little bored. He landed on top of Miss Kiwi's cage, and she gave him a warning nip on his foot. He yelled, but, I immediately saw that his foot was ok when I picked him back up, and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, because, as those of you know, who have had a 2 year old child, the bigger deal you make out of it, the worse they think they're hurt. He continued to work on the trick, even though his foot was sore. He protected it for about 3 minutes. By the time he went back into his cage awhile later, he didn't seem to be experiencing any more discomfort. I was really proud of his commitment to work, even though his foot hurt. I was really proud of Kiwi for only giving a warning nip, instead of taking off one of his toes. God knows she could have. And, I was really proud of myself for handling everything calmly. I will, from now on, cover the top of Kiwi's cage when Mango is out. But, I still just continue, every day to be proud of little, unwanted, female Kiwi, who waves, kisses, plays basketball, and is probably a better companion than all but one of her brothers, who were purchased first. If I had chosen that last male, instead... who knows what would have happened to the lone, unwanted female? I shudder to think. I've said before, that Kiwi chose me. Good choice, Kiwi... good choice.