Morgan may be exceptionally laid back for a DYA, but a bird is a bird. While I was changing her papers, she climbed down the side of her cage. It was bath time, so I asked her to step up without paying attention. As my hand got within reach, I noticed Morgan's feathers flare up just as I noticed Nikki, the rotten Bengal who I thought was upstairs, within a few feet of Morgan. Morgan bit me on the index finger and punctured my palm. I had to get "the stick", which is a spare perch, to settle her and pick her up. She was fine after that. She didn't get a pine nut after her bath, though!