Mavi had a bit of a… meltdown… today.
He’d bitten my knuckle once as we were sitting at my laptop. It was my fault, as I just hadn’t been paying attention. But it told me what kind of mood he was in, so I let him go off to sit and watch our parrotlet. Everything was fine, until suddenly he began to get worked up over something. I’m not sure what. At one point, before I could react, he flew to my head and began to bite my hood. After a minute, he disembarked.
Once he flew back to Ptak’s sleeping cage, I went over with a towel to catch him, figuring that it wasn’t safe to handle him at this point. He went nuclear. Wham, before I’d even got halfway to him, he shot at my face and tried to attack me. His attacks eventually landed him on or in the towel, and somehow I managed to contain a highly enraged Senegal parrot inside it.
Eventually he stopped savaging the towel long enough to climb onto the front perch of his cage.
Quite proud of myself, as I didn’t make a single noise… even when he nailed my arm. Poor Mavi. I guess it’s hormonal in cause? He’s been getting enough sleep, attention, and his diet’s pretty good, so that’s essentially what I’ve ruled it down to so far. That – and the fact that I’ve been out of the house a bit longer than I usually am. Being a music student, I’m in the flat most of the time to practise and work. This week’s been one of opera rehearsals, though, so I’ve been spending up to four hours away from home. The other birds don’t mind, but maybe this is Maverick telling me he does.