Usually, ha ha... moving the half dozen or so containers for breakfast out through the back door is easy.
Grab a couple of containers off the floor by the door, pop 'em on the bench outside...
Usually...
But when the old man bird is hovering, expectantly...
With one foot out the door, and him standing on the other side of it, I thought I'd be pretty safe if I said "No" to him, so I turned back inside to grab a couple of bowls...
I turned back, facing outside, and he'd moved forward two steps, and was now wiggling from side to side, looking Very expectant, ha ha.
I told him to wait - "Hang on, I'll be a minute...".
There's the door frame, a gap of about the width of my foot, and then my foot.
I turn back again from inside, with a handful of plasticware, and guess who's decided to walk around my foot, and is now standing in that narrow gap?
Thankfully, I'm holding the holy grail - the tupperware lunchbox with "the right kind of bread" in it... ha ha.
So, I put it down for him - the box is rectangular - pretty much two sandwiches high, two sandwiches long - a good height for a cockatoo to stand next to, and pick pieces from.
Unless you're him - he puts one foot on the side of the box and tips the box over.
Predictably enough, bread goes everywhere, ha ha.
He doesn't see what's wrong with that, as he now has bread spread everywhere, and he can pick out the pieces that he wants.
And we won't mention the bit about having to clean up after him when he gets bored and wanders off to do something else, ha ha.
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