It seems that Ralph has invented a new game. For the last few days, he's taken to pushing some of his building sticks (the thin wooden dowels he likes to arrange and rearrange) onto the floor, one by one. Then he waits for me to pick them up and put them back on the bottom of his cage. The parrot's version of the old childrens' game of "pick up sticks." I have to admit that it's more fun for Ralph than it is for me.
When Ralph goes into the kitchen to play, I always leave the silverware drawer open part way in case he decides to play with the spoons again. It's been a long time since he's shown any interest in them, but once in a while he perches on the edge of the open drawer.
This morning we (inadvertently) played a variation on pick up sticks. His building sticks are kept at the bottom of his cage when he's not building, and a few inches of them protrude through the cage bars. This morning when I was fixing Ralph's breakfast, he was climbing on the outside of the cage. He climbed down and attempted to perch on the ends of the sticks, and that didn't go so well. The sticks fell to the floor and Ralph almost followed. He jumped up to the open cage door and climbed up to the top, Quaker cursing all the way. No harm done fortunately, and Ralph learned that he can sit on the sticks inside the cage where they're stable, but it doesn't work on the outside where they're susceptible to falling.