Cocoa struck again. After a half an hour of scritches and cooing, lying on my chest, I put her on her chair and went to put Cricket to bed, across the room. As soon as Cricket stepped up on me, Cocoa launched across the room and landed on my face, latching on to the bridge of my glasses and cutting me between the eyebrows. I got her off and she happily went into her cage and started beak grinding. She was not wild this time but I did connect that both times she launched at me, I had left her and I was paying attention to Cricket. I have felt bad for Cricket as he doesn't get as much of my attention since Cocoa came but then again he has Watson and they are so close. He gets a cuddle every night but doesn't fly to me anymore unless I am giving Cocoa scritches so I have to be very careful. Shooing him away breaks my heart. Cocoa actually backs away from him-not that I let them get too close. Well, you don't have to bite my nose twice! I think I am in a weird love triangle. I am Cricket's mom (Watson is clearly his mate) but he was my baby and the green-eyed monster doesn't forget. I don't know exactly what I am to Cocoa but I am not supposed to be paying attention to Cricket. That's for sure. So everyone is in bed now, chatting away to each other and I have the frozen peas out again...this time on the bridge of my nose. Big meeting at work tomorrow, hope it doesn't turn purple.