Phil! YOUCHIE!

I'm glad John and Vicki are home now, andI wrote Vicki a private 
message asking for her phone number.

Phil, Mari wants to know how many litres of oxygen John is on per hour?


LOVE IN CHRIST,
Reeva Parry and MariJean Mizrahi.


On Sunday 3/11/2007 12:48 AM, Phil Scovell said:

>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.