I've had Clyde out a lot today -- I had more time to play with him than usual -- and the first thing this morning and early this afternoon, he climbed out of his cage, and was quite ready to hop onto my finger.
Later this afternoon, however, when I was cleaning his cage, he climbed on top of it to roost like a buzzard

and when I was done cleaning and wanted to play, he flatly refused to get onto my finger. He made affectionate noises and kisses and let me pet him and all of that, but would not get onto my finger for love nor money. Finally, he climbed down the side and went back in, all of his own accord. Harrumph! I wanted to play!

HE wanted to see what I'd put into his food dish. Like he doesn't eat six times a day already. This evening, he got cooperative again and got onto my finger and is sitting on my shoulder now, taking turns preening himself and me. Preening me, unfortunately, means trying to pry off the freckles by main force and when I say "ow", he laughs, the little stinker. I'd just as soon he'd stick to his own feathers and leave mine be.