He put up a bit of a fuss when it was time to go into the carrier. He flew around the room several times, bumping into walls and sliding to the floor, only to take off again the moment I reached for him. The breeder again took the opportunity to remind me to beware of windows, doors, ceiling fans, and stoves. Once he was in the carrier, he mellowed out a great deal. When I first poked my fingers in to pet him, he took hold of it in his beak. At first it was gentle, then he squeezed like a vice and started to grind. You should all be proud, I winced, but I did not withdraw. Senegal parrot owners aren't kidding when they say the fight needs to be felt to be believed 
When he figured out that he'd get scritched if he didn't bite, he started to immediately present his head for scritches throughout the rest of the drive. (I was a passenger btw 
). We arrived home close to the time the store owner warned us he was used to falling asleep, so sure enough, he spent the last half hour or so of the trip nodding off. Finally, we arrived at home and opened up the carrier. The perch in the cage was attached to the door, so he was out when the carrier was opened. At first, he was hesitant to step up. But, once he did, we rewarded him by taking him over to his training perch and giving him some freshly-thawed, frozen vegetables, which he devoured hungrily. He was especially keen on the carrots, corn and peas, but the green beans didn't interest him much. It wasn't until we tried to place him on the floor that he took his first flight. It was astounding to see! with no more than a blast from his wings, he was airborne. He effortlessly did a lap around the apartment before coming to rest on the curtain rod. As I was reaching for the retrieval perch, my bf was reaching for him. Conrad came back down and flew into a wall--not hard--and came down to the floor. We picked him up and he hung out with us for the rest of the time I was tapping on windows and mirrors to show them to him. Finally, we took him to his cage. He was not at all interested in entering until we filled his food bowl and placed it inside. He ate like he was starving, then for some reason, pooped in his food bowl, forcing me to toss out the remaining food 
hope that was a fluke. Then he gave us quite the scare. I knew he was going to take off, when I tried to place him on my knee. What I didn't expect was for him to fly right up into the fan (which was off and disabled) and grab onto one of the cords. When he first landed there, I thought his leg was tangled. I was up and springing to his rescue without a thought in my head, when suddenly, he flew off again. Same ending: soft wall impact followed by the ground. He was again keen to just chill with us for the time being. There was one more lap around the living room that night, during which he landed on the air conditioner vent cover, the top of the cabinets, the blinds, the curtain rod again, and finally the couch. We just let him explore, grinning ear to ear and marveling at the sheer power in this little animal. We stuck out our arms and called his name a few times hoping to get lucky. No such beast By this point he was panting, uttering an adorably pathetic squeak/chirp like a cricket, and closing his eyes. It was time to let the baby sleep. Tomorrow, I'll wake up at the time to which he is accustomed, and start clicker conditioning as I feed him his morning meal. So far, I am happy with my decision to keep him unclipped. Flight is a truly marvelous thing to behold. That's all for now. Until next time
Conrad- Senegal
home that Rambo 
would be mean to her. I have heard some awful stories. We were lucky that he just ignored her. She wanted to be friends at first sight and kept saying hello. He started answering but since that was the only word she had she wore it out. He finally asked her "You got a problem?'.
and Marlies