So, I was in the living room, and suddenly I hear banging and growling and wing flapping happening in the Ekkie room. I peeked my head in to make sure everyone was ok, and Bayu was hanging by the chain of his Nut-in-a-Can toy, swinging it around by flapping his wings and leaning hard in one direction or another, then growling and striking at the toy hard enough to shake some food out. Bayu takes kind of a Scorched Earth approach to foraging: if you beat it up badly enough, it will surrender the goods. There's no finesse there; just bulldoze your way to victory. When I burst out laughing, however, at his aggressive play style, he froze and looked at me with this deer-in-the-headlights, "who me?" look:
I just about died.
I just about died.