I had Freddie LSC2 hanging from my neck (as I have every single morning while I do the birdroom) and was scraping the floor in front of a macaw cage where the amazons' boxes are when Zeus climbed down the edge of the open door to get close to me. He does this all the time and I always talk to him and do the piquito caress, touch his toes, etc so I did not think anything of it but, when I was talking to him, I saw something on his leg so I bent further and closer and did not pay attention to the fact that he was going lower and lower (which should have alerted me to the fact that he wasn't happy about something -most likely Freddie been so close to them). When I did realize it, I stopped and turn around to clean around another cage, Freddie climbed from my shoulder to this cage and I bent over to scrape the floor when Zeus flew out and grabbing the back of my head with his feet, bit my head. I immediately pushed him off me and scolded him but I had to leave the room because I was dripping blood all over the place - A LOT!
Unfortunately, my husband happens to come out of our bedroom right then and there and, although I was in the bathroom with my head under the cold water faucet and I had closed the door, he saw the large trail of blood on the floor and came in so I had to put up with his screams (my husband is a bit of a ninny when it comes to wounds and such and tends to over-react big time about my getting hurt -which is always because of the parrots). So, to shut him up and make him feel good, I got in the shower (my entire left side of my head was soaked in blood and I had red streaks down my neck, my back, my chest) and after the water stopped running red, I came out and asked him to separate the hair and put a wad of toilet tissue on the wound so I could get dressed - BIG mistake! The whole thing started all over again! OH MY GOD!!!! YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR HEAD!!!! I CAN SEE THE BONE!!! THEY ARE GOING TO PLUCK AN EYE THE NEXT TIME!!! The man really over-reacts... It's possible he could see a teeny tiny spot of bone because, let's face it, the scalp is not that thick and a big amazon can certainly bite right through it but it's fine now (I had to tell him that there was no pain whatsoever because he was insisting on taking me to the emergency room for stitches and I wasn't gonna go but it does sting
)So now, I not only have the figurative hole in the head for having parrots, I also have a real one
The point of the story is that no matter how 'under control' we think we have the situation, we all tend to miss something and, when we do, we have to pay the price for it.
Lemon's talons get so sharp it gives me a headache when he climbs up the side of my head...and I have extremely thick hair. Can't imagine the pain of having a hole.