Phil, will you tell us what you said when Chester hurt your finger so much?
Was it "Praise the Lord"? <grin>
Peggy
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----- Original Message -----
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, March 10, 2007 10:48 PM
Subject: John and I'm too Lazy To Look Back
> Did I report earlier about John and Vicki coming home this evening with
> oxygen for John? Well, they are home and John is using oxygen. The time
> change has me all screwed up. I don't know when Chester will get up in
> the
> morning. I'm thinking an hour earlier. He sort of tracks with the sun
> when
> it comes up. Lately, for the last month or so, he wakes up, after taking
> a
> nap late in the evening, and while I'm trying to watch TV after say 11
> o'clock, he whistles and talks and tries to keep me engaged communicating
> with him. I even miss some of the dialogue he makes so much noise at
> times.
> Once we go to bed, though, he stops. Speaking of Chester, tonight I stuck
> my fingers through the bars of his cage. We have this game we play. I
> stick my fingers in his cage and start saying, "Chester? Where are you."
> If he is on his perch, he quietly moves over and sneaks up on me and grabs
> my finger and as soon as his beak is lightly clamped on to one of my
> fingers, he makes this loud noise. Oh, what would you call it? It is
> like
> a loud sudden double hand clap one right after the other. He does this
> noise during church sometimes, too. Anyhow, he thinks this game is funny.
> If he is hanging from the bars, he makes more noise coming to me but he
> thinks he is still being quiet, and he comes over and grabs my finger and
> makes that same loud noise just twice. Like he is thinking, "I got you."
> I
> honestly think this bird knows I'm blind but I can touch his tail now or
> lift his wings up and he won't try and bite
> me real hard. Boy, a couple of years ago, he'd rip skin off if I did that
> to him. Tonight, I poked my fingers in to his cage to play the, where is
> Chester game, and when he grabbed me, he lifted his foot, as he so often
> does, and grabbed one of my fingers. Then, using his beak, he grabs one
> of
> the upper bars to his cage, and pulls himself up on to my fingers poking
> inside his cage. He normally then places the other foot on a bar and with
> the first foot on my finger, he bends over and starts nibbling around on
> my
> various fingers. When his toenails get longer, they get sharper. They
> are
> getting sharper. Donna and Everett have gotten so they can hold him and
> trim his nails so it is about time again, I guess. Anyhow, sometimes he
> takes his foot off the bars and stands up on two of my fingers and he
> bends
> over to bite me. Tonight, he was holding on really tight to my middle
> finger with his left foot and his right foot was on my index finger. I
> kept
> trying to get him to move his left foot because it was poking into the
> skin
> of my finger. So, I use my other hand to poke through the bars because he
> is distracted and won't bite as hard. He lost his balance when he remove
> the foot on my index finger and slid up side down on my middle finger;
> scraping skin all the way around. Man, did it hurt because he tightened
> up
> his grip on my finger up even more. I was yelling and he got his foot
> back
> on to my index finger and pulled himself up until he could clamp his beak
> on
> to a bar again. That hurt even more. It took me another few seconds to
> get
> him to put his feet back on the bars and to let go of my fingers. No, it
> didn't bleed but it sure hurt.
>
> Phil.
>
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