Earlier, we were getting ready to go running. The parrots were in their cages, and Rocky in particular was unhappy about this. He kept screaming. Finally Thomas threatened, "stop screaming or I will touch you with my gloves!" Not surprisingly, Rocky kept screaming, so Thomas had to follow through.
Rocky was in his box, so Thomas enclosed him inside (Rocky loved this, so not much of a punishment):
Without
Thomas's pressure, the box is much more open.
By the time we returned from our run, Rocky had completely destroyed the box.
In this picture, you can see Rocky in the background. He's on Thomas's legs and a safe distance away from Brian -- the angle obscures things a bit.
Here, Rocky's testing it, but it's not quite ready to go.
Both Rocky (for Thomas) and Calypso (for me) have amazing scab-removal skills. They test the scab daily and when it's ready to go, they painlessly remove it.
When she gets sick of me, she finishes preening herself:
And then settles in, grinding her beak, waiting for bed:
Rocky's wings are only outstretched because I was close to him taking this picture.
Without Thomas's pressure, the box is much more open.
By the time we returned from our run, Rocky had completely destroyed the box.
