I haven't posted much about progress in relations between Lucy and Charlie.

All in all, they're pretty sociable these days. They have the occasional dispute over who occupies what space when, and there can be fusses over food.

Lucy, in keeping with her overall demure and elegant persona, is a delicate eater who takes her time about things. Charlie is an avian lawn mower-vacuum cleaner -- perhaps because he is a growing boy.

Take almonds. Lucy, whose beak is not as tough as Charlie's, will pick one up and gnaw at it for some time before she gets to the nut. Charlie cracks them open, sucks up the contents, and moves along. So now, to keep some for herself, she has taken to tossing some over the side of the cage onto the windowsill where Charlie can't go, yet. Then she can eat at her leisure.

Lucy and Charlie are different about self-defense. If threatened, Lucy will get as far away as possible, screech, and make a lunge if truly threatened. Charlie will stand his ground, puff himself as large as possible, and growl ominously.

At one time when the sibs were here, Charlie and Lucy were both on the top perch of the tower. My sister came near the cage. Charlie moved just beside Lucy, then puffed and growled. He planned to defend Lucy, too.

You often see them mirroring each other during preening. Then there's Lucy preening Charlie's head.

So we're coming along. They've been together two months.