This is a thread for all those people who worry about leaving their birds for a few days. I left mine for what should have been a few months, but ended up being a year. No contact, no video calls, nothing. Yes the first few months were hell. I left their care to the SO and my EX, threatening the SO with a long slow painful death if any one of them lost a feather, and bribing him with pictures of fashion items from London ( which he DESPERATELY wanted) I did this several times, using slides, blood samples, and pointy objects. The backup (ex) I bribed with a good pair of running shoes (his choice) and he was VERY happy. When you’re in Africa, getting nice things from London is VERY ACCEPTABLE. Well,I arrived to find all the babies in very good, shiny glossy feather. Slightly long in beak and nail, it’s true. And no eggs at all this season. …But that’s hardly a disaster. I was prepared for the babies screaming, tantrums and punishment bites. After all, I just walked out one day without a word. Well, that was a non event. But kids will always surprise you. I walked in quietly, afternoon nap time, with a handful of nuts, all birdies in their flights. I did tip the dice in my favour by wearing my stripey t shirt, which they love to surf on. Speaking quietly, saying hello, offering nuts. MANY inquisitive glances, slow acceptance of the nuts through the bars. Several doubting Thomases (Not looking at anyone special Thumper, Fingers, and Cha_Cha). BOO-BOO twigged it first. It REALLY IS HIM!. He leaped at the door to be let out, and went straight into surfing mode on my shoulder. That started the pandemonium. The GTC babies were next, delirious, all over me - still no Thumper, sitting back having his nut. Then Cha Cha realised and came flying over to be released. No red eyes, no puffiness, no flared pants, just my lil lady cottoning on. ( I say this because she HATES the SO lol) Finally Thumper realised what a fool he had been, and from that second on, could not be separated from my shoulder lol SO WHERES THE BITES? I was at home for a whole week. Several hours a day with birdies. No bites, no screaming, no tantrums. One years absence. Just sayin’ Dont ask about the trip back. 36 hours of progressive flight delays, Hysterical children racing into walls. Parents too exhausted to intervene. People in wheelchairs dumbstruck. Then we had the easy part. A ten hour flight to London. Next day I was offered a role closer to the birdies in SA. A two hour flight from home. So weekends with the birdies very possible. Paperwork being finalised. Watch this space…….