If Clyde's cage is open, he MUST be on me. If he's on me, more often than not, he MUST be on my hand, which hampers my ability to do anything else. I try to put him on my head or shoulder, and he just crawls across me until I'm forced to offer my hand, or he bites my neck, because he knows I'll put my hand up there to block his access, and then he climbs on it.

I can almost hear him: "HA! Now I have WON the Battle of the Hand, yet again!" Hubby comes home sometimes when he knows I've been here for a while, and wants to know why the birds are locked up. So I can get something DONE, that's why. I have become a perch!