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.
>