So, I should know better by now... Twitter has a pair of eggs that she is carefully guarding. I had to change her water this morning, but I did that quickly - and got out of the cage FAST. I didn't change out her food, I just put a new dish in - I'll let my husband get the old one.
This afternoon, she was cooing at me. I thought she was looking for my husband, so I said "Hi, Baby... Daddy isn't home", and I went back to watching TV.
"Do you want Mommy to watch the eggs so you can poop?"
I opened up the cage door, she hopped onto my hand (very gently, I might add), and then started pecking, wing slapping, flapping, and making all kinds of noise. She goes from sweet to crazy in the blink of an eye.
Birdie hormones are a funny thing!