Well, that conversation crashed and burned rather fast. Further proof that birds are not for everyone. It requires a lot of patience. I had to learn their limits, but more importantly, I had to learn my own. The three of mine that are pets all have distinct personalities and I interact with them accordingly. I really only mesh with one of them. One hates me, one loves me, and the other is indifferent. I interact with all of them equally, but don't put myself within biting range of the one that hates me. The other two live in my office. If the little girl wants attention she comes to me, if not she ignores me. I don't force it on her because she gets an attitude. When she's had enough, she leaves. It works for us both. The last one is my special bird. He's had a hard life and I know his time is limited. I don't know how many owners he's had, but it seems he's been discarded more than once. I will be his last, and I'll shower him with all the affection he wants, when he wants it, for the time he has left.