I've changed his name from Oskar to "Mr. Peepers", because Peepers is cuter and he likes to sing "Peeper Peeper Peeper PEEP" back to me on occasion.
He's also become a bit bolder.....

Mr. Peepers checks out the biznez

Mr. Peepers heads Top-side!

What is up here!?

I see something delicious!

OMNOMNOM Eyebrow preening!!!
(PS pay no attention to the box of boxes behind me...it's recycling day!)
As you can see, the birdie is progressing slowly...he now obliges to climb onto my shoulder and fly to me, but he will NOT under any circumstances "step up" on to a finger...fingers are for nipping unless they have millet in them apparently...
I'm not quite sure how to train him to step up now, since I think my previous attempts have lead to his current finger rage....Any tips out there for finger taming an aggressive lil jerk? ;)
Also I was recently informed by a local bird-er that parrotlets are the pit bulls of the parrot world and are naturally very possessive and aggressive. OH JOY! Why no one mentioned this to us before I do not know...but I see how it can be true, because Peepers has apparently decided that he hates my dog Georgia and dive bombs her every chance he gets. He's got a serious pair of green balls on him. I just hope it does not end tragically...:(
In other news...the Christmas spirit is creeping in!! I crave Christmas cookies and trees and carols! I wish I had time to put up our tree...but with my freelance and shopping and visitors, and the fact that we'll be leaving in less then a week makes it seem a bit moot. I have settled for tuning my cable to the "sounds of the seasons" channel and eating a candy cane. But all of this holiday joy is not conducive to working..LOL..
HO HO HO EVERYBODY!