His fun thing is to stand on top of his cage and toss all his "flying saucers" (small round plastic toys with three stems; the packaging actually calls this a "flower" but they look like flying saucers to us) and little barbells off. (It's a budgie thing; Frisky, the budgie we had when I was a kid, used to run around on the tabletop where my mother was doing "homework"—doing jewelry work for my cousin—and grab the beads and spacers and toss them on the rug and then exclaim "Pretty! Pretty! Pretty!")

Pidge's carry box sits next to his cage and I open the top of it because occasionally he likes to go in there and talk to the mirror inside. He's gotten to the point where he will toss the toys in there, although he still likes best to run over the top of the cage and toss them off the other side; they bounce further.

As a joke last night I put all the various toys on top of the cage and then held my two hands cupped in front of the cage, about six inches down and an inch away and said, "Come on, Pidge, toss it in my hands." He looked at me strangely and then did it! We did this about eighteen more times and he got at least half of them in my hands! Several more were so close they bounced off my fingers. Only twice did he actually completely miss (once definitely on purpose I think he was bored). It was funny how many times he "made a basket" and how he understood I wanted him to toss the toys there and not in the open box or off the side of the cage.

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