Well, I’ve been remiss at reporting about Steve. His fans have become restless and are demanding an update!
Part of my excuse is that my brand new computer (of 9 months now) has had problem after problem – which never get duplicated at the repair shop. But things are improving and now I have no excuse whatsoever!
Steve is doing fine. He has his good days/weeks and sometimes not so good. I don’t have any marvelous news to report about any new breakthroughs. We are in for the long haul and whatever good happens, I can be grateful.
As an example, after several good weeks of increasing confidence, he can sometimes get spooked and lose his nerve for weeks at a time. We’re going through one of those periods right now. It began when he backed into his cage after a head-scritching session and he caught a wing feather in a bar of the cage. He wasn’t hurt, but the surprise of it has now caused him to be scared of the food hatch exit, so I’m back to scritching his head inside his cage.
Steve’s feathering has mostly grown back. Except for a few spots near his neck, he is fully feathered. The neck thing is his nervous habit – he tends to pull out the down there when he’s feeling insecure. I liken it to a human picking a fingernail out of nervousness.
The great new thing, though, is that he’s beginning to communicate directly with me through his whistling. He whistles, I whistle back. Then I vary the whistles, which he sometimes imitates – or comes up with some new configuration. I’m very pleased by this, because he is “talking” to me in this way. He has one very distinct whistle, which sounds rather mournful, and it’s appropriate to the occasion: being impatient while waiting for dinner! wishing I wasn’t going out! or perhaps simply lamenting on the sad parts of life…
The other birds are doing good. I finally had to clip Sam’s wings. He was getting really good at flying, but it was making him way too aggressive and hormonal. He was starting to buzz me and actually attack me. Now he has become “soft” and sweet like the old Sam I used to know – best of all, the hormonal behavior has lessened 95%. I should have done this a lot sooner! I’m sorry he can’t fly, since he enjoys it so much and it’s such good exercise. But in the long run, he’s happier and so am I.
The cockatiels are who they are, forming a chattery solid unit of “us two and no more”– always together playing, chatting, occasionally fighting, and whistling. Charlie’s moulting and Chipper doesn’t care.
So life is going on as usual in the avian world here!
Have a great weekend, all you Stevie fans!