Clyde has just gotten worse and worse around my husband and will hardly have anything to do with him at all. Bites him every chance he gets, hard enough to break the skin. Squawks at him. Does the open beak "don't MESS with me" thing.

He had to spend a lot of his day today in his cage because we had things to do, and when we finally got home for the night a little while ago and opened his door, my husband tried to coax him onto his hand and got bitten really hard. Then Clyde bit me -- it was more of a hard peck -- when I was cleaning his cage. I know he's mad he had to stay in his cage all day, but you'd think he'd be glad to be out and ready for some attention.

Be that as it may, I've got to figure out a way to get him to be less aggressive with my husband, who only wants to be buddies. When we first got him, he liked me best the first day or two, then changed allegiance to my husband for a week or two, then back to me, and it's been me ever since, but instead of just preferring me, it's got so it's ONLY me.

It's not uncommon for them to choose a favourite person. You should try the rescue technique with Clyde and your husband, from what I've heard it definitely helps. Are his wings trimmed? If not, then it might be difficult to use this technique, but I'd highly recommend a wing trim so that he doesn't have all the power and your husband will have more control. As long as your husband keeps trying to work with Clyde and doesn't give up completely then he should be able to win him back, it just might take a little while.

Good luck!

*edit* Sorry double post!

His wings aren't trimmed because we have two dogs and I want him to be able to fly if he has to, though neither dog is interested in bothering him. We had to teach Gigi that he was off limits, but she's got it now. However, I don't completely trust her. She's a good girl, but she's dumber than a box of rocks. We don't leave him out of his cage if we can't supervise, but it only takes a moment's inattention for something awful to happen, and flying is his only way to escape. If it was only George, I wouldn't worry. George isn't dumb.

This morning he actually rode around on Daddy's shoulder and tried to bite his ponytail holder off (that's his favorite thing to do, bite hair ties off) and was generally fairly well-behaved, but he kept looking at me and clearly wanted to sit on my shoulder instead. I'd like for him to like us both and behave with us both -- as well as he ever behaves.