Oh yah those babies can bite.  but that is very sweet how he made up and let you know he still loves you.  that is one thing about animals they don't stay mad.  Us humans could learn a lot from our litttle gifts from God.  And they know how to train us well too. 

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From: Phil Scovell <[log in to unmask]>
> So, I let Chester out of his cage for lunch.  We do this every day while
> eating.  He normally just plays around on his cage, which is about the size
> of a refrigerator, but sometimes he flies down, his wings are clipped, or he
> climbs down, and runs across the living room and dinning room to the tall
> baby gate we have leading into the kitchen.  He loves climbing up the baby
> gate to watch Sandy working in the kitchen.  Anyhow, I let him out today and
> he was, pun intended, in a fowl mood.  We think his behavior is connected to
> the fact Sandy changed is morning breakfast meal this morning and he prefers
> the bird pasta stuff she has, no fooling, been cooking on the stove for him.
> He loves it for his early morning meal.  He has regular bird seed she puts
> in another bowl in his cage before she goes to bed at night so he has food
> as soon as he awakens each morning but this is a special breakfast he gets
> that is extra.  I, on the other hand, have to fend for myself each morning.
> Anyhow, after eating, I went over, as I normally do, to play with Chester
> for a few minutes so he gets some exercise.  He immediately started biting
> me way too hard.  I mean, he was leaving marks on my fingers and normally he
> won't bite me that hard.  I kept trying to work with him but he kept biting
> me harder and harder.  Finally, I got mad.  He kept running away from me but
> I finally caught him with both hands and he clamped down on me like a pair
> of power pliers between my thumb and index finger.  Man, did that hurt.  I
> tossed him back into the cage and locked it.  I refused to talk to him every
> time I walked by his cage and I guess he was mad, too, because he never
> tried talking to me either.  Finally, I stopped by his cage a couple of
> hours later, and he had made no sound all during that time, and stuck my
> fingers, like a dummy, between the bars of his cage and began talking to
> him.  He came over and nibbled on my fingers, very gently, and we played
> around together for several minutes.  He never once bit me too hard this
> time.  Then he starts whistling and talking to me and I did the same all
> afternoon.  Man, I sure hope Sandy goes back to feeding him that cooked
> pasta tomorrow morning because them birds can really clamp down.  By the
> way, tonight, I stopped by a second time and played with him through the
> bars.  He started taking his lower beak, which is pretty small compared to
> his upper beak, and he gently rubbed it on my finger like he was trying to
> pet my finger.  I hope he hasn't become confused as to my gender.  I can get
> him so cranked up when playing and petting him, that he makes all sorts of
> cooing sounds and something else he has started doing, when he is really
> trying to show how much he appreciates me, I guess, is that he hawks up
> stored food in his gullet and lets it fall on my hands.  Yes, it is lovely.
> I wish I could return the favor.  And, yes, I wash my hands after playing
> with him.  Like I always say, at least if you have an African Gray Parrot,
> you'll always have somebody to talk to.
> 
> Phil.
> 
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