Decibel and her poppet and I went to the vet this afternoon. It seemed the wily parrot, having nothing else to do for extended hours of the day and night, had figured out how to circumvent the Cone of Shame.
This was of concern, because Decibel's wing is healing. The poppet is holding up its share of the bargain.
The only option was to wrap Decibel in an even bigger cone. Poor thing! And on her birthday too! What a way to turn 25, huh?
I'll post a photo of the new, double-secret probation Cone of Shame when I have a pulse. In addition to everything else, I'm coming down with the flu.
This is a good place to deliver a strongly-worded sermon:
Do not purchase a caged bird. They are not domesticated. They need far more stimulation than they get sitting in a cage all day, and after they bond with you they will want no other owner. Which is a life sentence of wild animal care. Including biting and screaming loud enough to set off the smoke detector.
If you want a nice bird pet, put up an outdoor feeder. Then you will have lots of happy chickadees and no neurosis.
I love Decibel, but I feel awfully sorry for her.