Monta gets his nails trimmed

The weather is warm and sunny, and it was time for Monta to get his nails trimmed. So we walked over to the vet. Monta was a good bird. He relaxed in the park for a bit afterwards.

Getting ready to go
Outside the front door
Checking out the newly refinished staircase.
At the vet, checking in.
Waiting to be called.
I guess that dog gets to go first…
Agh! What’s he doing?!
Relaxing on a park bench afterwards.

Monta, his swing, and his eating perch

I’m sorry to say this, but Monta is sort of stupid in his old age.

I moved his swing within millimeters of his eating perch to see if he could get back-and-forth himself.

Look at the picture. His tail is hanging over his eating perch!

Yet he can’t figure out how to get back-and-forth. If he’s eating, and he is finished, and he wants to go back to his swing, he keeps making the same old gesture he always did which is sort of hopping up-and-down and looking up like he wants to go back to the swing.

So I pick him up, I move him 3 mm over to his swing, and he reassures himself that he’s on his swing, and that his bell is there, and he’s all happy and relaxed again.

He can even turn around and see the eating perch. But it doesn’t occur to him that he can just step over onto it.

Sigh.

At least he’s cute.