Bandit, my Nanday Conure, makes no bones about it – when he wants a bath, he lets me know by climbing down into the sink while I’m trying to clean my contact lenses after a long day at work.
I make him wait while I drain and refill the bathroom sink and let him go to town, while Merlin, the Bronze-Wing Pionus, watches from either the shower door or my shoulder.
I love watching Bandit taking his bath. He isn’t too particular but he prefers colder to warmer water. The washcloth helps him keep his footing while he splashes around under the dripping faucet.
He likes it when I keep my fingers under the tap to make the water sprinkle over his head and back… but it is kinda hard to do that while keeping the camera dry. Bandit can make the water fly an incredible distance.
He likes to stick his head straight under the water and then ruffle up so the drips go down into his wings.
He used to make me fill up a big turkey roasting pan with a couple inches of water to bath in before he got used to going upstairs into the bathroom. I’d have to carry it out into the living room where the cages were, and put it onto the seed cart before he’d take his bath. It is so much easier now that he’s decided he prefers the sink.
I can never get over how awesomely brilliant his green and blue feathers look with the flash on them. He just fluffed up big time here, you can see the water droplets flying off him.
Dripping the water straight down the tail feathers while your butt is up in the air gets the back feathers nice and wet.
This is the point where Merlin flew down from the shower door onto my shoulder. Bandit knows this could be trouble.
Yep, down goes Merlin onto the sink. This is not a usual thing, he rarely leaves my shoulder or the shower door in the bathroom… but it is Spring, you know, and hormones are flaring.
At this point Bandit abandons the sink for my shoulder, while I try to keep taking pictures instead of being a good parrot owner and removing Merlin from the sink. Sometimes taking pictures gets precedence over good sense. But since Bandit bailed I felt safe enough to record Merlin expressing how much he thinks he is All THAT!
Oh yeah, he’s bad.
Spring is about the only time that Merlin loses his normal calm, complacent attitude. He is almost strutting about the sink. My little rooster. He doesn’t want a bath – he prefers taking a shower from a water bottle.
Bandit is giving him the finger from the safety of my shoulder. Merlin could care less, he’s got his toenail shoved up his nostril. He thinks he won this e-peen contest. Parrot boys in springtime. What a riot.
FYI – Flushable Moist Wipes work great on bird poop too.