Petey's First Flight

When we first got Petey--a year ago last week--his wing feathers were chewed, and what wasn't chewed, was clipped too short to be any good. He tended to fall like a rock. A year later, he no longer chews any of his feathers, and they are starting to grow out.

( Petey's Flight Lessons )

In other news, Petey has been a bit more confident lately so I brought him out into the livingroom and gave him his own basket to play on. Tuesday night he lasted about 20 minutes, which is impressive for him. (Usually after 5 minutes he starts looking panicky) Then last night I was in taking a bubble bath in the bathroom next to the bird room. I guess he was feeling brave (and missing out on being in the livingroom) so he actually came out of the bird room looking for me! LOL!

Silly little 'too boy. :) 

One more little update on him... Today we got out at 2 for the holiday. I got home and brought him into the bedroom with Sophia and I. He ran over, dug his head into my neck, and let me cuddle him for ten solid minutes. He'll be a cuddlebug yet!!  

I call Sophia my heart on my shoulder--she's on me so much that she's almost like a part of me, and I love her so dearly. I've always felt kind of bad because Petey's "the rescued bird," the "damaged goods" we are trying to heal... but his affection is fleeting at best, and mostly he avoids us. 

More and more lately, though, he's coming out of his shell, and starting to show just how much he loves us. He is such a gentleman as he preens Sophia--so gently and tenderly. He preens me too, just gentle little touches with his beak. (Sophia's like a bull in a tea shop--all CHOMP.) 

Anyway... I should get working on some other stuff, but I do love my little feathered babies. :)