One day Jake was sitting on hubby's shoulder while he was working at the computer (next to some windows) I had the blinds pulled up to let in some light. Out of no where Jake takes off at full speed at the window, that's only 18 inches away (maybe, if not less). He slid done the window to the sill and while hubby was laughing hysterically, I picked him up and checked him out. It was so funny because 1. he knows what a window is and 2. he looked like he was about to take a long flight then BAM! owned by the window.
Another time I had to talk Scarlet to the vet and she tried (unsuccessfully) to fly away from me and the carrier I was holding. She landed in the corner between the door and the wall with her wings spread out, covering the floor. She shook herself off and went right into the carrier.
My last story is about our fosters, Griffith and Alta. Before I get too far into the story, let me tell you that they are wild (from a feral flock) and have neurological damage, we therefore keep them clipped. We had gotten them home from their former foster mom the night before. I tried to get them from the travel cage to their big cage, instead I ended up with two birds on TOP of the cage. So Hubby and I tried to capture them with towels. Alta tried to fly, but ended on the floor, Jake's cage, and Scarlet's cage. We ended up saving her from Scar's cage before she decided to take a taste of Alta. But Griffith managed a half-flight out the door and onto the stairs. She promptly "swam" using her feet and wings down the stairs and behind the couch. Fortunately she ran right into one of Jake's empty slimfast boxes so hubby was able to grab the box. It was so funny to watch him pull out a Slimfast box that was moving and yelling.