It was a jailhouse kind of thing. I wasn't paying attention and got just a little too close to the bars and tarried too long. He quietly reached through and made a successful grab with criminal claws. For a brief, romantic moment I sensed affection in that grip, but then it actually hurt just a bit as those nails poked through. Nonetheless, I still turned around with a big smile on my face. There he stood, head cocked to one side. I gave him a little rub and continued my original task. Of course I know that he was really looking for another sort of rub. Yes, he prefers a scratch on the head. Parrots are just that way I guess. Billy T. Bird. T. stands for "The."