We’re in Minnesota this week visiting family, but we’re working too. Several times throughout the last few days, I’ve had a little green visitor as I sit at the computer. He walks over and climbs up on the rungs at the bottom of my chair. The rungs are very similar to one of his perches, and he knows it’s okay to poop when he’s on a perch. Can you see where this is going? Well, not if I can avoid it—so of course, I pick him up immediately.
Then he gets to hang out and play on the countertop. He picks up anything he can get his beak on and flings it to the floor. Where I have to pick it up. After only two days, he’s got me trained pretty well.