My Rodney is fairly good, but he has his moments. When he chest bumps my leg, I say "tell it to the shoe," and boot him. Now he hates my white sneakers but likes me better when I have mud boots or dark shoes on. Even when he is being good, I can say, "tell it to the shoe," and he fluffs his neck feathers out and dances a little at my sneakers. Yes, he is a bird brain, but he's my little bird brain that I raised from an egg.