Last night... I’m in the living room. 
Hubby is doing a last-minute bird check as lights are starting to go out.
You have to understand, my sis in law says you can throw a napkin at these guys and it hurts.
Hubby: OW! Ow! Ow! Ow!....etc.
Me, racing into room: What’s wrong????
Hubby, rubbing neck: Well ERnie
bit me....(breathing hard) I can’t talk about it...
Me: Where’s Ernie? [spy him on floor, push hubby out door] Get out, get out. I’ll get Ernie.
Hubby, not moving: He is going up his ladder, he BIT me, first he bit my finger (shows finger, it’s fine) not too hard, then he bit my nipple, then he got on my shoulder and bit my neck!
Me:
Are you bleeding?
He shows me his nipple, which actually is bleeding, and a tiny place on his neck. OK so some damage.
Me: Hmmm how did Ernie end up on the floor?
Things became vague: I was trying to get him off...I think he flew..
Mm-hmm. AT this point the lights went completely out and there we were in the bird room in the dark.
Apparently Ernie wanted on his shoulder, which should be
but he is beaky when climbing up. So hubby panicked as E grabbed his finger, so E got his shirt hence the nipple. He did manage to get up..... things fell apart then. I think because hubs is too scared of Ernie.
Maybe I should do the night check!
Hubby is doing a last-minute bird check as lights are starting to go out.You have to understand, my sis in law says you can throw a napkin at these guys and it hurts.
Hubby: OW! Ow! Ow! Ow!....etc.
Me, racing into room: What’s wrong????
Hubby, rubbing neck: Well ERnie
bit me....(breathing hard) I can’t talk about it...Me: Where’s Ernie? [spy him on floor, push hubby out door] Get out, get out. I’ll get Ernie.
Hubby, not moving: He is going up his ladder, he BIT me, first he bit my finger (shows finger, it’s fine) not too hard, then he bit my nipple, then he got on my shoulder and bit my neck!
Me:
Are you bleeding?He shows me his nipple, which actually is bleeding, and a tiny place on his neck. OK so some damage.
Me: Hmmm how did Ernie end up on the floor?
Things became vague: I was trying to get him off...I think he flew..
Mm-hmm. AT this point the lights went completely out and there we were in the bird room in the dark.
Apparently Ernie wanted on his shoulder, which should be
but he is beaky when climbing up. So hubby panicked as E grabbed his finger, so E got his shirt hence the nipple. He did manage to get up..... things fell apart then. I think because hubs is too scared of Ernie. Maybe I should do the night check!
He showed me the bird out the window, and sure enough, there it was sitting in his truck! I follow him outside, and he gets said parrot out of the truck, and says 'put your arm out and he'll sit on you'. Terrified, I extend my arm and the parrot starts biting my finger - I said "OW OW OW he's biting me!" The guy says - 'Oh no, he's just testing the perch'! Good golly, I still get chills when I think of sticking my arm out to a bird who could have easily taken off two or three fingers! But he DID get on my arm. It was a once in a lifetime experience, that! 
I'm afraid of big beaks. A lot of birds of other people I visit bite me. Cockatoo, caique, CAG. Maybe just the C-ones! 
Hubby thought he was BITING when he just FINALLY WANTED TO BE FRIENDS! 
Concerning looks I think they are the most beautiful birds, followed by bronze winged Pionus