The differences between Bonnie and Clyde are legion already around here, but last night I gave them each some lettuce (not iceberg, Italian) and Clyde, of course, picked his up and tossed it onto the bottom of his cage, but Bonnie, after examining hers for a while first, started EATING it. She went to town on that lettuce. She dropped some on the bottom of her cage and went down and got it and dragged it back to her food dish and ate that, too. Yes, I had just cleaned the cage.

Here's Clyde, three times her size, who's afraid of new toys and new food and here's little Bonnie, who cheerfully plays with all her toys, climbs her ladder, runs through her Happy Hut like it's a tunnel, and eats her lettuce when she's probably never even seen lettuce before. Now if we could just convince her to step up ...
I think she's slowly getting over being afraid of us, and she's fine if we just sit in front of her and talk to her, and she responds to her name and I think I even heard her say "pretty bird" yesterday (hard to be sure, she said SOMETHING), but so far, she won't think of stepping up.