Fetch

Juno has learned that if she drops the lettuce...Suz will pick it up.

She is quite enjoying this game. Meanwhile, I'm trying to get her to eat breakfast. She'll take food if I give it to her, but that's her preference...her big goal in life is to sit with me while I work. Which is awesome, but the girl needs to eat.

And here she is. I did manage to get her to eat a little bit earlier, before she decided my shoulder was too tempting. The picture is Juno aiming for me. She'll stop what she's doing, look at me intently, bob her head to gauge the disance, and then either leap onto me (if I'm close enough) or wait for me to pick her up. If I don't do that, she will climb down from wherever she is and muddle over that way.

"She sounds like an ideal cockatiel!" Mom exclaimed. We haven't had many of those. Cockatiels are supposed to be sweet, cuddly birds; ours all turn out...peculiar. Sweet to a fault, yes, but they'll were all pretty much loud, obnoxious talkers, even the females, which is unusual in this breed. Gabby had a vocabulary that rivaled a budgie's. And Dexter - well, everyone is flummoxed by Dexter, vets included. He was either an aviary bird or was crammed into a tiny cage all his life and ignored.

Oop, Juno's back again. I had her eating from her bowl on the desk but my shoulder is far nicer. I wonder if it's my soft, fluffy bathrobe she likes? Now, if I hold her bowl up to her while she sits there, she will eat it. Except I have to work.

Now she's grinding her beak. This is a sign of contentment and happiness. It's not really grinding - it's just clicking the beak together. Generally they do it after they eat and before they drop off for a nap. Guess I'm doing something right for the little miss. :)