My friend Ruby, the red-fronted macaw came in for a grooming yesterday. Ruby is the girl I watched last year while her owner struggled with some issues. She eventually returned to her original owners after she couldn't get things straightened out. Ruby was one grumpy girl because she doesn't like long car rides and it took about 2 hours to get to the store. She was happy to see me though and even though she fussed coming out of her travel cage she sat on my shoulder and gave me kisses. She gives one of her moms a lot of attitude but she is always happy to see me. Ruby isn't one of my babies, but she was a baby at the store when I first started so she's known me her whole life.
As I mentioned in another post, Christopher has been a complete witch to me recently. I haven't figured out what the issue is but after getting tired of her trying to bite me I forced the issue and got her to step up. It was either a step up or a fall on her butt, and she saw the wisdom of stepping up instead. After a little time on the kitchen island, she took a flight around the room and then crashed onto the floor. I think she was embarrassed enough that biting me wasn't a thought and she was happy to step up so I could put her back in her cage. We still have a few rough moments but sometimes just starting at her will let he know that I'm not playing and she won't get away with it much longer. I would almost say she's being hormonal, but as far as we can tell, she's just over 4 years old now. There is a toy in her cage that she grabs and then bobs on like she's being hand fed, or feeding a chick. I had to move it because she would spend hours doing it and it has a bell on the end of it that was annoying me. She's just a strange bird sometimes.
As I mentioned in another post, Christopher has been a complete witch to me recently. I haven't figured out what the issue is but after getting tired of her trying to bite me I forced the issue and got her to step up. It was either a step up or a fall on her butt, and she saw the wisdom of stepping up instead. After a little time on the kitchen island, she took a flight around the room and then crashed onto the floor. I think she was embarrassed enough that biting me wasn't a thought and she was happy to step up so I could put her back in her cage. We still have a few rough moments but sometimes just starting at her will let he know that I'm not playing and she won't get away with it much longer. I would almost say she's being hormonal, but as far as we can tell, she's just over 4 years old now. There is a toy in her cage that she grabs and then bobs on like she's being hand fed, or feeding a chick. I had to move it because she would spend hours doing it and it has a bell on the end of it that was annoying me. She's just a strange bird sometimes.