I've been teaching Petey to fly on command in the house, it is his singular favorite activity. I'll point to the atom (a large hanging perch) and say, "Jump!!" and he will flap inexperiencedly (think doggy-paddling) to the playstand. Then he will bob and spread his wings, so very proud and happy.
Two nights ago I was in the parrot room. Petey was flying from the atom, to my hand, to Athie's cage, to me, to the atom... sooo adorable and so happy. Sophia was sitting on my shoulder watching the whole ordeal.
Brilliantly I thought I'd voice train him to fly, without hand signals, to various places--the atom, his cage, Sophie's cage, Athie's cage... I pointed to his cage, which was a bit further away, and said, "Jump!" He wouldn't do it. "Jump!" He looked at me, confused. "Jump to your cage!" Nope, he wasn't going to do it. So we continued jumping from the atom to Athie's cage. I tried a few more times, unsuccessfully, to convince him to jumpt to his cage, but he wouldn't.
My back was turned to Petey's cage, and all of a sudden Sophie jumped there. I didn't pay much attention, but she suddenly squawked. Petey and I turned around to look at her. She was gesturing that she wanted to jump to me. I held out my hand, and said, "Jump!" She flew onto my hand and then hopped back onto my shoulder to watch.
Petey observed her fly to his cage and then back to me, and when I told him again, "Jump!" and gestured to his cage, he looked up at Sophie on my shoulder, back to his cage, and then flew!
Sophie wanted to demonstrate to Petey how to fly to the far cage--that it was safe--and completing her task, she resumed her position on my shoulder, watching him play the jump game. :)
I love my bugaboo girl!