Life with a cockatoo

Like little kids, one of the scariest things with a bird is when they are quiet. As long as Sammy is making some noise I know what he's doing and where he is.

Sunday I was working on the computer when I suddenly realized Sammy was too quiet. I turned and looked in his cage but he wasn't there. It took me a moment to locate him (thankfully the room isn't that big) and then I found him here:

I decided to remain quiet and just take pictures to see what he would do next.

He worked his way up this little stand all the way to the top.

Then he saw me taking pictures and he got all pissed off at me. He picked up that blue topped container and threw it at me, he was really ticked.

Then yelled at me like it was all my fault he got in trouble.

I tell you, when you own birds you can not be thin-skinned (for a lot of reasons :).