30 July 2020
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Perry & Lennie often pop into Dalai’s cage for a change of scenery.
Lennie is the more frequent visitor & will be in & out, but Perry also visits & spends some time ‘chilling’. Initially, they were wary of moving around the cage, almost like they were uncomfortable that Dalai was not there, but over time they have become more relaxed.
That said, neither have dared to sit on Dalai’s perch at the back on the far right (a twig-like perch, diagonally across the corner). Dalai did not allow them to sit on it. Perry accepted this rule pretty quickly & did not bother to attempt to sit there. Lennie wanted to sit next to Dalai on that perch, but the nearest he could get was to cling to the cage bars near the perch & if his luck was in, Dalai would go over & chat to him. If Lennie was feeling particularly bold, he would tentatively climb onto the perch when Dalai was otherwise engaged at the seed trough, but he was on edge & never hung around there for longer than a minute.
(Incidentally, Bezukhov was allowed to sit on this perch, possibly because he lived in the cage before Dalai & it would have seemed churlish not to allow him!)
Even though Dalai is not here, Perry & Lennie still do not sit on Dalai’s perch.
Here is a rare moment when Perry sat on Dalai’s swing:
Lennie snoozing in Dalai’s cage
Perry on Dalai’s swing
13 August 2012
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Atilla has been spending a lot of time on her ttmss swing. Her lump is gradually getting bigger. I think she feels comfortable on that swing. She has started to sit leaning forward with her head underneath the mirror part. The position looks odd but it must help her feel more balanced.
New position on ttmss swing.
I discovered recently that permission is still required to clean the ttmss swing. Silly me thought she might not have the energy to fight me for it, so the other day when she was the other side of the Manor, I whipped it out, turned my back (out of sight, out of mind?) & started cleaning it. I furtively looked around & there she was by my shoulder on the outside rope perch… she then put one foot on my shoulder to get to the ttmss swing. Oh…. she’s still territorial….. I’d better put it back quickly……
The cleaned ttmss swing was swiftly returned & I held out my finger to her to escort her back, which she graciously (I thought) accepted. However, no sooner had she settled on it & checked it was all in working order, she attacked my thumb with a “DO… NOT… TAKE… A…WAY… WITH…OUT… MY… PER… MISS… SION… FIRST!!!”
I got the subtle hint.
That is me told.