So his name is Tyson..

I caved in succumbed to the pressure of Taylor constantly calling our bird Tyson.  Blah.  Well, cooked chicken is really what I think of.  Anyway, he seems to like sitting on my shoulder, pooping, and screaming in my ear to get my attention.  He even likes my cooking!  However, if he continues this screaming in ear business, he will become cooked bird.  I think this fascination with cooking comes from my purchase of a little toy for him: a bell with a little fork, knife, and spoon hanging from it.  Yes, I made a fantastic purchase.  He will be a little culinary chef when I get through!