We were both gone all day so he didn't get out of his cage until around 4:30 when Hubby got home. I didn't get home until 6 and he was really, really ready to sit on a shoulder. I let him for a few minutes while I decompressed and then put him on an outside-the-cage perch so I could do yoga. I've been lax about that this summer so he'd never seen me do it. We've been walking and riding bicycles instead.
So he was sitting on his perch just a chirping and whistling and talking and laughing ... and I started doing yoga right in front of his cage. Well, that's where I do it!
It's the most open floor space. He went absolutely silent and STARED at me. He cocked his little head this way and that way and did that twisting-head thing they do, and peered and wondered and once or twice moved his wings around like he was trying to figure out how to do it, too. It was a stitch, and the thing is, breathing evenly is very important when doing yoga, so you really can't giggle and do yoga, which put me in quite a pickle. I tried explaining what I was doing a couple of times ("This is Triangle Pose, Clyde. This is Proud Warrior, see?") but he wasn't buying it. I could almost see the wheels turning. "What on God's green earth is Mom DOING? Doesn't that HURT? Should I call for help? Why aren't you dogs doing something? Why doesn't Dad stop her?" 
The dogs have a favorite thing they do when I'm in Bridge Pose (lying on my back, shoulders and feet on the floor, the rest of me off the floor) that we call Downward Drooling Dog Pose. They come and stuff their wet muzzles in my face to see if I'm all right, though THEY'VE seen me do yoga hundreds of times. Tonight when I did bridge, neither of them moved, but Clyde bent way over and stared at me and I thought we were going to have to invent a new pose: Downward Fluttering Worried Parrot. 
When I finished and changed and put him back on my shoulder, the first thing he did was give me a good hard ear nibble to teach me not to worry him like that.
