It's safe. Dyes aren't an issue, I just make sure I get non-pilling fleece. I'm looking into felt to see if that would be an option as well.Awww Java is adorable!! I was also wondering, is all fleece bird safe? Or do you have to watch out for certain dyes and stuff?
Just learned that he's playing, which makes me ecstatic. After he ate, he got on his sleep perch and messed up the blankets again. So we played. Then as I was covering him up for the night, he messed them up again and started beak grinding.
This is the first time he's actually played. I'm so happy!
This makes me so happy. To see him moving around and engaged is something that I thought would take years. I'm going to encourage him to play more often, even if it means fixing his blankets around the clockHe was making a point and playing. His body language and eyes say he wasn't mad at you or anything like that. Did you notice he was flexing and moving the toes on his foot as well as he was moving around to try and hang on or balance too. He's expanding his world with your help and he's happy so he playing with Moma and enjoying your reactions when he messes with things. I bet as he gets more comfortable he'll do more play type of things to the ability he is able.
That sounds so adorable. I fixed the blanket on his platform while he watched me from his sleeping perch, then, as soon as I sat down, he undid my work and went back to his perch. I think he's proud of himselfMomazon used to have a tug of war/fight with a old wash cloth that Dobby demanded they do every day. She gave us all of his toys and treats and his travel /shower cage. When I broke out the wash cloth he was offended and wouldn't play with it. I guess I'm not Momazon and that was just for them. Nerd had many games we were expected to play when I came home from work. His favorite was touching bird where he'd wait on top as I walked in if he was out. I'd run over like a maniac yelling touching bird and he'd scamper across the top and slide down the back of his cage just as I reached to touch him. He'd quickly scamper back up loking all proud of himself and chortleing happily. I rarely caught him. His other was to beak wrestle with my fingers. He'd screach and growl like he was going to kill me and bury me in the backyard as I tried to tap his wings and he grabbed my fingers. It was a very stylized battle and if I went OUCH! he'd look mortified and stop. I bet you can work out a tug of war game with a cloth or something with the behavior he's doing now and not have to keep picking things up, but they have their rules and some games need to be done just so.