| weather | : | sunny | |
| outside | : | 15°C | |
| mood | : |  | happy |
The skin under his wings is looking a lot better from the rare quick glimpses we get when he stretches. It looks like there might be feathers growing back, but he could have bald armpits forever... He's still plucking himself though; we find blood feathers around his cage. Old habits die hard. We're going to give it a while, try to give him as much attention as possible and see if it helps.
He isn't touching the tassle tree toy yet. He might still be afraid of it. But hopefully when we put their cages closer together, he'll see Skippy playing with hers and realize it won't kill him. Skippy is ALL OVER her tassle tree.
Sid is visibly more at ease with 
Husband Guy, but he vocalizes more readily at me. He knows I'm a girl. =) He'll lean his head straight at me and make wolf-whistles. He'll also say "pretty bird" when he sees me or hears me nearby. And when he's in the right mood, he'll go through his entire repertoire while I'm with him: the wolf-whistle, "pretty bird", the telephone noise (a chirpy, staticky "bbrrrrr") and a few random ditties that he's actually picked up from me.
