Hold still. There's something on your hat.

[Cybrludite]

Either I'm a friend to all living things, or this bird is a poor judge of character.

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[Greg]

Apparently they can sense you're a sucker for teh cute.

[PawPaw]

Reminds me of Tweet, the parakeet of a girlfriend, back in the day when I had girlfriends. Tweet was a cool bird.

[randy]

Personally I'm voting for option "B"

[MarkD]

Maybe he's just looking for a comfy place to poop?

[Cybrludite]

Maybe he's just looking for a comfy place to poop?

Nah, she did that a few moments later after hopping down onto my finger.

[Old Grafton]

We had 'keets for a long time. Messy little bastards but a lot of fun. Our first, Joe, used to talk to us all the time, whistled for the dogs and called the cat. The dogs learned to ignore him but the cat fell for it fairly often (or might have been audio-ranging him ). The bird flew freely whenever the cat was outdoors daily.

After the kids left for college and Sweetie the Screaming Yellow Peril died, we put away the cage. No more feathers everywhere. Kinda quiet now.

[Cybrludite]

We had 'keets for a long time. Messy little bastards but a lot of fun. Our first, Joe, used to talk to us all the time, whistled for the dogs and called the cat. The dogs learned to ignore him but the cat fell for it fairly often (or might have been audio-ranging him ).

Bindi has this thing where she hangs on the door to her cage, bobbing side to side and chirping as if she's saying, "I cut choo, mang!" or "Oi! You fink you're 'ard enuf, mate?"

[Rod]

Mom had a parakeet, that used to sit on her shoulder and ask, "Watcha doing, huh?" and Mom would answer then get mad at herself. He also used to land on your head, get some hair in his talons, lean over and peck you on the cheek. Funniest story had to be the time he took a "bath". You'd tip your glass and he'd lean in and drink from it. Once, he went in head first and my sister started screaming. Mom picked the glass up and dumped it, bird and all on the floor. She then washed him under the water to get the soda out, and wrapped him in a warm towel. Gave him a drop of whiskey in his water dish to stop a cold. Dang was he MAD! Wouldn't drink out of a glass for a long time. He also liked to land on the butter if the dish wasn't covered. Mom named him Bobo the Clown.

[Rich]

We had several while growing up. Fun pets. That is, until they got it into their birdy little brains that it would be fun to dive bomb the cat. Lost two to that hobby.

They also liked to nibble on earlobes.

Of couurse, nowadays, a turtle in a terrerium is more my speed.