Sometimes Merlin, my bronze-wing pionus, gets himself into a jealous tizzy when he thinks Bandit and I are not paying enough attention to his royal highness.
This generally involves him breaking out into a dance step on the back of my chair.
First he struts, then he bobs and weaves.
Then they abandon me for the top of the computer hutch where they plan some deviltry between the two of them.
Endless source of amusement as well as copious amounts of bird crap. Love my parrots!