Spring is hormonal season for parrots. It’s a time for molting, crankiness and just general acting out. And Stewie the sun conure had a horrid case of the brats for the last month or more.
In the past few weeks I’ve barely been able to hear myself think thanks to all the incessant screaming. Stewie screamed non-stop and Mika always chimed in with her loudest “me too” squeak. (The “me too” squeak might actually mean “ow! my ears, it hurts! make it stop!” so you can hardly blame her.)
SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUEEEEAK! SQUAWK SQUAWK SQUEEEEAK! … repeat ad nauseam all day long. Didn’t matter if I was in the room, out of the room, if we were doing clicker training, if I was paying attention to him, if I was ignoring him, if was paying attention to Mika… or not, if it was silent or there was background noise… not even having food in his mouth would distract him from screaming.
Stewie also started trying to pick on Mika again (even if he had no reason to be jealous) and was getting nippy again with me. Stewie was being one pissy parrot.
Finally, two nights ago, Stewie did something he hadn’t done in ages… he started paying attention to his foraging toys. Then yesterday he destroyed a wooden toy and made happy noises. He started going inside his cage and hanging out and entertaining himself quietly.
Today, he’s sitting on his cage preening, and letting me mind my business for many minutes at a time.
I think our long household nightmare might finally be coming to an end.