Peanut and Bruce were rough-housing this afternoon, chasing each other, eating tasty seeds, yelling at each other, having a great time. Then Bruce left, and Peanut flew onto my head while I was sitting on the couch. He preened me for a minute, then — still a bit rambunctious — he hopped to the back of the couch, hopped to my shoulder, and started chewing on my shirt sleeve. Finally, he settled down a bit, and sat on my arm, right at the elbow. After a minute, I realized he was sleeping on my arm! Poor little over-stimulated bird!