Harley said "Look at that" this morning, apropos of nothing that I could tell. Of course, I wasn't watching him at the time, nor was I looking at what he might have been watching. He gets talkative sometimes, often in the morning after breakfast, and we play a "game" where he says something, or more likely makes a sound, and I try to repeat it. I don't always understand his words, and I can't whistle, so usually he wins this game. But it's fun to play.

The car event was from another day. Harley is fascinated by three closed doors near his cage: the bathroom, the closet, and the garage. I usually don't take him in the garage since the smell of gas is pretty strong, but sometimes you have to do new things, so here he is. We didn't actually drive him anywhere, although we could easily go for a loop around our quiet cul-de-sac. The first time I met Haley we all went for a car ride on a quiet, private road, and he really liked it. Considering how much time he spends sitting like a lump on a perch, it's pretty funny how much Harley likes to do new things.