Salty must have a switch hidden under all those feathers. He will go from full blown 'zon overload, head snaking, growling prehistoric raptor to calm little cutie bird, begging for a scratch, making little squeaks and offering to do a trick like rolling over in the blink of an eye. And you can't find the switch. It just happens, and in reverse, too. From daddy's buddy to ear chomping snare beast. Luckily he remembers his bite pressure training, most of the time, but occasionally not. It just so amazing to see the change happen so quickly. My Max was never like that, very even tempered.
