Cockatoo update
Nov. 7th, 2007 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
recalcitranttoyThings are getting really exciting over here with the crazed cockatoo. The good news is that someone who makes titanium shark suits is willing to try to make something for the evil one. She currently has a hard plastic collar on that comes in 2 pieces and attaches with screws. She has tried unsuccessfully to get it off. It is mostly a staging point for the large plastic disc that actually prevents her from mutilating, but she always gets the large plastic disc off.
Today she tried a new tactic with the hard plastic collar. She stands on the bottom of her cage, head cocked to one side, pretending she has a neck injury, in hopes I will remove the collar. I say pretend because when I pick her up, her head perks right up straight and she starts talking and making cockatoo happy sounds. She acts normally as long as she's out of the cage, then head goes right over and she looks pitiful again.
And so today I tried to measure the monster bird to try to get an idea to the titanium shark suit man. C2 thought that the measuring tape was something evil, and ran squawking around the room. Then she noticed the cat food in the laundry room, ran in there (watching a cockatoo run is a hoot) buried her beak in the cat food bowl, and flung food everywhere. Then she proceeded to eat said cat food. Well alrighty then. After her feast, I again tried to measure her and she again ran around the room. Third time's the charm. I stepped on her tail so she couldn't go anywhere, dodged the angry beak, and measured the evil cockatoo.
Returning her to the cage, she snuck out as I was closing the door, repeating the running around the room routine, complete with loud squawking. Putting cat food in her bowl seemed to make things a bit better, and this time she stayed. *phew*
AIEEEEEE
Today she tried a new tactic with the hard plastic collar. She stands on the bottom of her cage, head cocked to one side, pretending she has a neck injury, in hopes I will remove the collar. I say pretend because when I pick her up, her head perks right up straight and she starts talking and making cockatoo happy sounds. She acts normally as long as she's out of the cage, then head goes right over and she looks pitiful again.
And so today I tried to measure the monster bird to try to get an idea to the titanium shark suit man. C2 thought that the measuring tape was something evil, and ran squawking around the room. Then she noticed the cat food in the laundry room, ran in there (watching a cockatoo run is a hoot) buried her beak in the cat food bowl, and flung food everywhere. Then she proceeded to eat said cat food. Well alrighty then. After her feast, I again tried to measure her and she again ran around the room. Third time's the charm. I stepped on her tail so she couldn't go anywhere, dodged the angry beak, and measured the evil cockatoo.
Returning her to the cage, she snuck out as I was closing the door, repeating the running around the room routine, complete with loud squawking. Putting cat food in her bowl seemed to make things a bit better, and this time she stayed. *phew*
AIEEEEEE
