June 8, 2011 § 10 Comments
Or perhaps I should say Lola’s first taste? Well, regardless, my sweet little Lola bit me for the first time yesterday! As I’m sure you can imagine… that big beak of hers can do some damage. She didn’t actually draw blood but bruised my finger pretty badly and I lost feeling in it for a few hours.
Lola has always loved my S.O. We are long distance, though, so he isn’t here all the time, and hadn’t been around for about two months until he visited this weekend. Usually, when he’s around, she just goes nuts for him. She will fly over to him or step up for him over me, beg for scratches, and even regurgitate and spread her wings in that way for him on occasion.
Well, this weekend, things changed. Suddenly, she hates him and wants nothing to do with him. She was on my arm yesterday when he walked towards us and she bit my finger quite vigorously, in what I assume was an attempt to get me to get away from the “predator.”
Although I was quite surprised, as she has been so sweet thus far and is still quite young, I’m also somewhat relieved to know that she is indeed a normal parrot. The S.O. is gone already but for the remainder of his stay, I had him try to curry favor with her– giving her almond slivers or sunflower seeds whenever he walked by the cage, spending quality time with her without me in the room or even at home, etc. She seemed to be more receptive last night and this morning, or at least not aggressive– she kept her distance rather than lunged.
We are traveling soon to visit my family, whom Lola hasn’t seen for several months now. She used to adore one of my sisters as well, so I am very interested in seeing how she reacts to her after this incident. I am observing her behavior around strangers and others very carefully and will be sure to diarize all incidents of aggression in the future.
In the mean time, I’ve been working on creating other things for her to chomp:
I received a massive spool of thin paper cord from Things for Wings this week and got straight to work. The rope is killing my hands after a few hundred foot toys. What’s photographed is only about half. I also made an equal amount of colored ones now that I can be home more often to keep an eye on Lola’s water, but most of those are already gone. It doesn’t even look like I made a dent in the spool though! I sense that my fingers will be very sore and tender before I finish this one…