My gosh, you guys.  It's amazing how hard you can fall in love with a tiny, little old man who wants you to DIAF.  Ducky the Parrotlet is sooooo cute to me, even (and maybe especially) when he's threatening to kick my butt. 

He has a favorite place he hangs out in the daytime, where he's fairly hidden from view.  I've noticed that when I come home in the afternoon and deal with my screaming conure, Ducky stays hidden, but then when Benny calms down, and I can say hello to him, Ducky comes out and sits on a perch where he can see and be seen. 

Then while I'm cooking dinner, he comes out again and watches me cook, and blinks with me and I talk to him and whistle a bit.  Sometimes, if I've given him fresh millet, he'll climb up on the side of the cage and eat while I cook. 

And in the evening, when I turn out his uv light, he crawls into his favorite sleeping spot like he was waiting for me to tell him it was bedtime.
I love that rotten little turd of a bird!