
The Hormone Devil
That time of year is upon us again. As the days get longer and the sun uses it's rays to waken things up, like flowers, grass, tree buds, it also awakens something else that we wish was remain in a cozy slumber. Hormones.
Those pesky things that turn our lovely feathered companions into grouchy, moody, Mr. Hyde, piranhas, and yes, it happens overnight.

I was told by a dear friend who has decades of experience in running one of the largest parrot sanctuaries in the Pacific Northwest, when you see any sign of hormones... turn your thermostat down a degree or two. Also, do NOT let them hide behind furniture or anything that is out of sight. Most parrots breed in tree caverns, so playing behind a couch, a potted plant, in your bathroom or those huts you buy in a store, or anywhere quiet, warm and dark is the igniter in their little bodies that says, "it's time to procreate".
These behaviors can lead to your bird becoming Cujo in a day, and we as humans say "I can't take it personally", but when your bird is hanging from your skin with a death-grip and you feel pain like no other, honestly it is kind of hard not to.
