Tonite, Cleo flew off her cage, into the hall and very politely landed on a 5 x 7 picture frame! YIKES!
But she did great, it stood up.
So, she got a lil wobbly and I didn't have the perch near, so I, gulp...stuck out my flesh for her to get on.
She stepped onto my arm and off we went across the room. No biting, no growling, no nothing. Just riding like a kid on a pony at the county fair.
She rode easily across the room on my arm, I kept her up high and together we, for the first time, moved as one, without any wood.
Above, in the heavens...angels sang.
I sat her down on the chair and she hopped off. I exclaimed how good she was, smothered her with treats and praise, wrote poetry for her, commented on how she has trimmed her waistline, how green is a good color for her and I gave her the bachelor's rose.
Then, she flew back to the cage, sat down and tried to
eat my arm off and beat me over the head with it when I tried to get her to step on it again...jeez..women!
OH well, for one fleeting moment, those hot/rough feet were firmly planted on my hairy arm and she was happy!
And NOBODY was here to witness it!
Mark