On the back of a chair near his playset. Not bad.
We trimmed Ricky’s wings when we first brought him home, so we could tame him and let him out without him flying away and getting lost behind the furniture. He was sick when we got him, and Hydra gave him medication with a dropper every day for a couple of weeks, which made Ricky less than happy about being approached by us.
Now he knows what “step up” means and we’re working on “step down” and trying to give him scratches on his head. He’s working on flying straight to his destination and landing safely. Sometimes he ends up in odd places.
Atop the cabinet over the refrigerator. The blue shows off his gray.
On the dining room curtain, wondering why I’m waving that big black camera instead of helping him. Or maybe he’s working a little Cirque du Soliel vibe and would like me to just remain seated.
He cannot be convinced that the rod that holds the Bayeux Tapestry reproduction over the fireplace is not a perch.
Pretty soon, we’re hoping to add another budgie or two to the flock, so he has some friends, but we’re waiting for hand fed boys.