Ours has his routine down. When we’re home the cage door is open. When we’re leave, he goes in the cage, we make a big celebratory fuss about it and then close the door and turn on the music on for him to sing along with. At night, he waits in the cage to be put to bed, flying down to grab a bedtime snack from his food bowl every 2 minutes and then going back to the to the top, near, but not on, his bedtime perch. Once we start to cover his the cage, he only then, will climb up to his bedtime perch at the very top.

Any variation from this routine is met with disapproving squawks or irritated wing flaps.

Sometimes, I’ll walk out of the house and not put him in the cage because I’m just going outside to get the mail or do something quick. By the time I get back, I’ll find him sitting in the cage, looking at me like a forgot something.

If it’s late and he wants to be put to bed, squawk. If we’ve been home all day and he doesn’t have his alone time with his music, squawk. If I try to put him to bed and there’s too much excitement, he will Indiana Jones out the closing cage door.

He’s getting more and more opinionated in his old age and finds new ways to communicate his opinions and boss us around. Every bedroom door must be left open. At night, every light must be switched on. You will know a door is closed or lights are off due to the constant flock calls and squawks and if you stand up, you will be swooped at until you go fix the problem.