I got Bobo out on my own today, and everything was going okay up until a point. We had been playing some relatively low-energy games and dancing/singing a bit, and I sat down on the couch. Of course Bobo had to join. I started to slowly realise that he was nesting in the fleece blanket beside me. Someone had warned me that this is a particularly territorial time for them, so I wasn’t about to let him.
I guess the real lesson is not to keep the fleece there. I had it beside me for towelling Bobo, as it calms him. I did this without issue, but didn’t have a great grip, so set him gently on the floor. He lunged, and I decided my best bet was to get the fleece and gently usher him away until he calmed and I could towel him again.
That was a great plan, except that a certain lovely white cockatoo didn’t agree. He wanted to nest! So he chomped his way up the blanket towards my fingers (literally two lunges), at which point I bent and got him to let go. Although I started walking towards him and flapping the blanket, he caught my kneecap and ground his beak in. He had something nasty in his beak (more than just skin) because it made a horrible crunching noise.
With a 1.5lb bird dangling by his beak from my leg, I went towards the door in silence and managed to call O. in a flat, unexcited voice. Bobo disengaged again and went for my calves when I turned my back on him, but at that point O. towelled him and quietly deposited him in his cage.
Turned our backs, and when he was calm, we left the room.
I swore that I was going to have tatters for a kneecap, but it was just black and blue, with a couple small punctures. Thankfully! Today is not the day to add my first Bobo scar to the collection. It will come soon enough. >_<
I kind of hoped it would look more horrific, haha. Having sensory processing disorder, I’m not the best judge of pain – light bumps are excruciating and a tattoo over a wrist tendon doesn’t cause any sensation at all. Bobo’s bite has swelled into a big lump, anyway.
All is well; I’m not upset with him, of course, just wish I knew how to handle it better. Walking towards him seemed to exacerbate things, in this case. Or maybe it’d have been worse if I didn’t? My new goal is to design body armour for ‘too owners! 😉 And to think , I was once leery of a bite from a cockatiel.