I try!
Then there was the time he figured out how to escape his cage through a "treat-holder" door. This was when I still worked a day-job. My husband figured a way to bend the latch so the bird hasn't the strength to work it. I was holding the bird across the room while his hated rival fiddled with his cage. I doubt if he actually realized that my ol' man had blocked his escape, but it didn't help their relationship.
He also figured out how to get out of a door, a few cages back, necessitating placement of a stainless steel dowel through the bars.
On both occasions, I followed a little poop-trail around his room to see what he had been up to. Thank goodness I always close his door when I'm away, or at night. We don't have other animals anymore, but I never forgot that first jail-break!





