Here's Bas peeping out of the box he sleeps in. I suppose you could call this a bedroom although without a bed! But then again, you could call it a playroom because when I have sorted out his cage, he goes into the box to rearrange the newspaper and bits and pieces he keeps in there. I'm the only one allowed to take his box out for cleaning purposes as he will nibble Steve if he goes near it. He's a funny little boy but we love him
He's got his eye on you! We had a friend in Germany who had a cockatoo for years, poor thing was kept in a large cage and I always felt sorry for him. He could be VERY noisy. There was a piano near his cage and if I ever tried to play it he would drown me out until I stopped!
