Hello Fran!
14 May 96, Fran Warwick writes to Rick Frey:
 FW> Wellllll, I don't have a food throwing Blue and Gold...BUT, I do have a
 FW> food scooping, pick it up and throw it Lesser Sulfer Crested Cockatoo. 
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 FW> she picks it up, or uses her beak like a hockey stick to shoot it out of
 FW> the cage, she will look me right in the face. Then the Grey, Suggie, 
ill
 FW> say..."Boomer, STOP! BOOMER!" Hummmm, wonder where he got that. Of
 FW> course Boomer learned the "Let's Play Food Hockey" from the Grey. But
 FW> Boomer could win every game.
I have an Umbrella Cockatoo, Roxanne, who could pitch for the yankees!  The 
cockatiel, Natalie, has learned to say "tsk, tsk, tsk", when I walk over to 
Roxanne's cage to sweep the "foul balls" up!  I just keep a dustpan and broom 
next to the cage.
 FW> Oh, yes, there are days that I come in and really do not want to deal
 FW> with the mess...again. But, all Boomer wants is some attention. I am 
truly
 FW> grateful that she plays "Food Hockey" instead  of "Watch Me Pull Out My
 FW> Feathers".
I have found that when Roxy is really "warming up in the bull pen" she just 
wants some cuddling.  She used to be a real mother-plucker :)  but patience 
and a LOT of cuddles seem to have fixed that.  So I too feel that if the 
worst thing she does is fling a few Pretty Bird Pellet fastballs my way, I'm 
doing well!
 FW> Just my two cents worth.
Mine too!  Long time no talk, Fran!  Good to read ya!
Peace,
Elizabeth
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