My Girlfriend's Cockatiel, would whisper, when I would walk out at night, to get a drink of water, and I would whsiper to him, and a little whistle, noise, so I would not frighten him, by waking him, when he heard me open the refrigerator door. He would whisper whistle back at me, and all would be well. When she put the cover on his cage, at night, and she went to bed, and I would stay up and watch T.V.. He would walk back and forth on his perch, stomping his feet, shaking the cage. I thought what the heck is he upset about, then, I thought, oh, so I turned the T.V. down, and he settled down, and went to sleep. He would fly to me, and take food from my mouth, but would not let me pet him, or touch him. He would fall asleep on my knee, but she was the only one who could pet him. He would snuggle under her chin, and she wold rub the back of his neck, and he would close his eyes, and make these little chortle like chirps. He loved shrimp, and lobster. I would feed him beef, and he would take a piece from my lips, and go on my shoulder, and eat it, then go back for more, but if it was shrimp or lobster, he would stay right there, and when I didn't have any more at the moment, he would run up to my shoulder, lean over, and bite my cheek, and screech, and run back down my mouth and check, to see if any more shrimp or lobster, was available. Quite the little character! One day he flew to the refrigerator, and started walking to the back of it. My Girlfriend said go get him, before he falls, behind the refrigerator, so I go to get him, and he leans over the edge of the unit, cocks his head, and looks down behind the refrigerator, and says,"What're you doing?" I asked my Girlfriend if she had a troll living behind the refrigerator. He could whistle the worms, crawl in and worms, crawl out, and various little phrases. She raised him from a very young stage, and the girl who previously had him, didn't pay much attention to him, and almost starved him to death. My Girlfriend nursed him back to health, and he lived about 13 years. She would get up every 4hrs, or so, and feed him, and water him, with an eye dropper, till he was able to finally start feeding on his own. She kept him in a fish tank. And he would travel with her, in that tank. And in the morning he would tap the side of the tank, to wake her up. He did not like insects though. There was moth in the apt. and it was just a small one, my Mother used to call them camel flies, because of the wing structure. Anyway, this little moth flew by him, when he was out of his cage, and you would have thought a cat had him! He really put up a ruckus, and flew back to his cage, and squawked, until we caught the moth, and got rid of it. Sounds like you have things under control, and Missy, has a good home, and slaves.
Wayne
