OK, after the hurricane Ernie was super clingy. Well actually even before... people kept saying he could 'feel' it coming and I kept thinking but it's hundreds of miles away.... He has been glued to my left shoulder. Last night after we came home, all the fids were in their spots, about half the bird room lights weren't going out on time so I turned them out myself. An hour or more later I heard this banging, like someone was trying to break into the side door of the garage (I thought). Heard it again, got my weapon, went to stand near the garage door and listen. Looked to my right, there is little Ernie peering out the screen door of the bird room. On the floor. Apparently HE was my burglar. So I got him, and he stayed with me. And stayed, and stayed. Finally I explained that he HAD to go in a cage when I went to bed, and pushed one from the office across the tile floor, clackety clack, that would've scared him before but he took it in stride. It's in my room. Where there's no space for one. At bed time he went in it quite willingly and didn't make a sound until I got up with the dogs this a.m. So I guess that's how it's gonna be. This is how you bond with a bird, right? I'm going to get him a harness since it is such a fight to leave him indoors while taking the dogs out.