Showing posts with label flight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flight. Show all posts

Friday, 3 June 2011

Rocky flight school

Even though Rocky has not had his flight feathers cut for quite a long time, he still rarely flies.  I guess that's understandable since he was into his 20s before learning to fly.  We're trying to change that, so he gets more exercise.

Thomas usually has him step up and ferries him into the living room.  I had hoped he would follow Thomas of his own volition (flying) but when that didn't happen, I had to help things along:

He still doesn't get as much lift as I'd like, though he can make it to the shower curtain from the floor, so he is making progress.  He's really good at landing, taking corners, flying down, and making changes mid-air.  Pretty much all we need to work on is stamina and taking off on his own.

If only it were as big of a priority for him as it is for us, he could be as proficient as the greys in our house.

Friday, 1 April 2011

Weapon of Choice

Max has been using herself as a weapon against Thomas lately.  He'll just be minding his own business, and she'll suddenly fly into him at full speed.  Last night, she hit into his head so hard he was worried she may have injured herself.

This was not the case, as she did it again this morning.  He said it was kind of a blur, but he remembers her feet heading toward him "like a raptor!"  Then the collision; finally, pain on the side of his head.  When he looked up, Max was on her stand, preening herself as if nothing had happened.

Max is a very good flyer, so this is clearly intentional.  I suspect it's hormonally-driven.  He's promised to be more alert so he can duck.

Monday, 28 March 2011

Crash landing

When Brian was surrendered to the rescue, his wings were clipped. Unfortunately, the facility does not have a way to keep flighted birds safe, so that's standard policy. He's molting right now, which means he has some flight feathers growing in.

He's still learning to fly (obviously) and doesn't always do so gracefully, which is to be expected. We hope to allow him to fly, assuming that it can be done so safely with the much larger parrots in our house.

Last night, he decided to take off. I'm not sure where his intended destination was, but I doubt it was a kitchen drawer: