T00tsyd
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We have a good system Syd and I. He sleeps in a smaller cage in the spare bedroom and to be fair it is a bit of a ritual involving kisses and a song. I know - daft as a brush! In the morning we had a similar ritual not involving songs but a treat and a journey on a spare perch (and it has to be a certain one) to his large day cage. Well that's what it used to be.
Recently he has changed the regime. Now he gets to within a few yards and flies to his cage. Now that wouldn't matter except the enormous morning poop no longer happens in his cage. YUK!
We have been gently potty training for a long time and he generally gets the idea that there are certain places where I prefer his poop to happen. He backs up looks down carefully taking aim and 8 times out of 10 he'll get it right but in the morning now having taken flight, although the designated place is within range, the need is obviously more urgent.
I clean his cage every evening after he retires (I just wish he paid wages) so in the morning he has a nice home but today - well let's just say position/aim was well off. He did the biggest poop on top of his cage through the bars, through some toys finally resting on the paper floor, but the mess....!
To add insult to injury he then attacked me as I endeavoured to clean up. You know? I love him but I have real misgivings that the feeling is mutual! I have better ways of starting the day. Perhaps I'll go back to bed and start again!
Recently he has changed the regime. Now he gets to within a few yards and flies to his cage. Now that wouldn't matter except the enormous morning poop no longer happens in his cage. YUK!
We have been gently potty training for a long time and he generally gets the idea that there are certain places where I prefer his poop to happen. He backs up looks down carefully taking aim and 8 times out of 10 he'll get it right but in the morning now having taken flight, although the designated place is within range, the need is obviously more urgent.
I clean his cage every evening after he retires (I just wish he paid wages) so in the morning he has a nice home but today - well let's just say position/aim was well off. He did the biggest poop on top of his cage through the bars, through some toys finally resting on the paper floor, but the mess....!
To add insult to injury he then attacked me as I endeavoured to clean up. You know? I love him but I have real misgivings that the feeling is mutual! I have better ways of starting the day. Perhaps I'll go back to bed and start again!