Well, we've accidentally taught Fernando a couple of "tricks". Fernando will now fly to his cage by simply saying "Get on your cage" and touching a blanket with flamingos on it (yes, it absolutely HAS to be this blanket). I'm starting to "target" him into the cage by using the handle of a swiffer sweeper that he TOTALLY did not break or anything. At first he was weary of it, but now he knows that he gets an animal cracker whenever he follows it.
My mom is able to get him to stretch out his wings on command. He looks like an angel when he's got them fully spread out, and he likes to show his big wings off by gently flapping them.
Fernando is starting to respect me more and more, although it's definitely a work in progress. He tried to bite my Nana and instead got a beakful of paper towel tube. The only injuries sustained were to his dignity, but he has not once been ugly to her ever since and has even willingly stepped up on her and flapped his wings! I think Fernando and I are both learning that if we want to be friends, we have to respect each other. I swear, he's just like the little brother I never had.
