The one I met at Dan's uncle's party in Brooklyn was certainly not nailed to her perch. Whenever she'd get agitated about having so many unfamiliar bipeds in her habitat, Kiki would launch herself into the air and fly a couple of laps around the room before settling back down on her swing by the kitchen, or her favorite spot of all--on Uncle Mark's head. And then she'd pick up her bubble wrap in one claw and settle down to popping it with her beak.
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Date: 2005-07-18 04:28 am (UTC)Beautiful plumage, the African Grey.
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Date: 2005-07-18 10:42 am (UTC)