When I walk out mine bolt 250 feet across the yard as fast as they can, wings raised, and fight over who gets prime position in my lap...sometimes I have 3 there. Mine also like to be carried around football-style, cradled in the elbow. One girl won't stand for me to ignore her and she'll peck/pull with her beak at my clothes until I pick her up, the cute little bully!
I feel loved.
I feel loved.
