I like my new seed – and there is lots of it. I eat the poppy seeds first then move on to the other kinds. I still don’t like anything much other than my seeds and bread (you were right Bert – I have not seen any more donuts, nor bread for about two weeks) but keep finding things on top of my seeds. I have to get them out, and use my beak – and sometimes it gets a bit I can taste. Pear appeared several times yesterday, and was not totally appalling. No hot chocolate has appeared yet.
I never bite people hard. For black dog noses though, I shall maybe make an exception. The other day I used Mum’s finger as a beak hold when I climbed about my transport cage = sanctuary. I was very gentle. Never bite the hand that feeds me is my motto – good sense as well as good manners.
Tomorrow I have to go to the vet and apparently he is going to make me sleep a bit – and he will remodel my beak and cut my toenails. They tell me I won’t know anything about it but I am for sure not looking forward to it anyway. At least for now I am spared the indignity of a jacket – all are agreed it is too hot for me to get dressed. Whew!