I think I love you...lalalalalalalala

OK, this is probably one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me (and I have been involved in some weird sh*t, let me tell you!)...

We all know that Labor Day weekend was my labor of love for the Birdy Boyz and their animal clan. It was awesome being alone and unsupervised with so many outstanding specimens of the birdy world...Macaws that can severe fingers, Amazons that make delicious rain forest noises, Cockatoos that coo lovingly saying "I love you" in dulcet tones, chickens that make eggs that I "eat them up , Yum!" All-in-All, a super weekend of consorting with wild animals gone somewhat domestic.

HOWEVER... here's the weird part. I'll set the stage...

Last day. Mid-Morning. Gentle light streams through west window. Birds readying for nap; rustling, twittering, scuffing around. Oz, large Beretta-type cockatoo known to bite.

"Good Morning, Oz!" I sing.
He ducks his head invitingly.
"Oh, Oz, you've broken your bowl mount again...Crikey!" I fetch new mount.
"Alrighty, gonna put this on and don't you break it again or I'll pank you...naughty Oz."
Oz eyes me jauntily as he climbs through the door and on top of cage.
I finish securing mount and prepare to replace Oz in cage.
Oz lifts foot and stretches it towards me, again ducking head and looking innocent.
I oblige Oz with arm.
Oz slowly begins to rock on wrist, lifts foot out to other hand/wrist. Grabs both hands, switches to other wrist. Rocks more.
"So you want to play the game??" I grab a foot in each hand and do the wiggly thing. Oz nips.
"OK, so no game. What do you want?"
Oz is getting agitated, not in a bitey way. He leans towards me as if wanting to cuddle (this is normal behavior for Cockatoos, they become VERY bonded to one person and are exceptionally affectionate).
I hold Oz close to my chest as he continues to arrange his feet on my hands. He now begins to fluff his feathers, get warm and wiggly.
I'm focused on his head as I don't want another "birdy kiss" that ends with my lip the size of the Hindenburg. And,...
now I notice Oz is really excited by my hands - gripping tightly and working his tail feathers about.
"Holy Crap, I'm getting raped by this bird."
And just as I think that, a lovely little deposit on my hand and Oz is strangely calm.

OK...that's weird!