He hated to be held, but loved that scratch. From that time on, he would get on her shoulder and close his eyes and twist his head to beg a scratch. When she was reading or working on programming, she concentrated so hard that she wouldn't notice him. After a few weeks, when I said blow in her ear, that little beak would be deep in the middle of her ear. Carol demanded to know why they were laughing.
Wives are a strange lot.
We had a cranky furnace during a very cold winter. I remembered that a person's head gives off heat and a bird can take in heat via his feet. So I brought Popcorn across the room to my side of the bed and put him on my head. Popcorn didn't mind when the sun set and the light went gradually dim, but he hated it when the light was turned off by a switch. He hissed and stomped about.