Nice to see that my experiences are not unusual...I try to save the pen cleaning till the end of the day when I'm ready to take a shower...and just before I do, I'll sit down with the baby (barely qualifies as a baby anymore, feathers, lil wings.. half a tail

Left half... ) and let her sit on my chest and play with her for a few minutes...she loves this quality time all to herself as do I, and she displays the same affection that the older birds do...and more. Inevitably this tender moment is interrupted by an audiable SQUIRT>..and a warm sensation somewhere on my upper half.....Little Hairy Beast.
I have learned the hard way to "aim" the little monster...away from my face. Its a long walk to the bathroom with bird poo in your beard.
Cleaning poo off of micro-fiber furniture is one thing...vomit is quite another. I keep waiting for some Dr House type mystery ailment to appear from poo over-exposure.
I used to jump up and freak out...
Now I just sit there, remembering that I was aware of the hazard and I sat with her anyway, and then I talk to my little bird and thank her for doing that because I was really concerned that I might go all day without
ANYONE crapping on me...which would be a first and I'm not sure if I would know how to act.
Then she stands there looking at me as if to say...."so its ok, right"?
Of course sweetie...of course it is.
I see today that she needs some more carrots in her diet....
Its pretty amazing but my big birds will make an effort to wait, or to aim elsewhere. I can;t remember the last time Buddy or Squeek hit me...I hold them both everyday. I might end up with poo footprints on my shirt..but no warm poo flowers.
When you;re so tired that getting to the shower takes a big effort....nothing like a wet & warm green pile on your shirt to motivate you !
I wash my hands more than my surgeon.....as well as shirts and pants. When I used to sit with a towel over my body to try and protect myself from the assault they would'nt do it. They'd go on the carpet or wait. Brings new meaning to the term "carpet bombing".
The clerks at the store wonder what kind of drug I am cooking up buying big bottles of bleach every other day....
Which reminds me, I need more carpet fresh and rug shampoo.......