Ah, you're talking about an orange-fronted conure, sometimes called a half-moon conure. Yeah, they're pretty feisty critters. That hair business is nothing more than him preening you. It's a sign of affection.
Monkey Girl the new puppy has a tale to tell.
I was born in a puppy mill and flown to a shop with a good 2 dozen other puppy's. I saw one day people coming in that I just knew was to be my destiny.
My box had 5 other puppy's my size of different breeds. When the people came to the box the other roommates went wild, barking yipping and leaping in the air to get the attention of these humans.
These idiots have no smarts, I went to a corner sat up and tried to hypnotise the humans with a eye to eye contact. I was the only fella in the box with no nose or snout, people looked at me and laughed and called me a grumpy old man or Monkey face.
Gasp--the people left the store, where did they go , I knew I was meant to be with the female that used a stick to walk.
Much later I looked up to see them again looking at me, darn I pulled out all stops and sent eye contact and my physic abilities ramped up at the woman. Here I am, I can become a service dog for the female, I wont grow but to 18 pounds and I will never leave your side----waves of my thoughts headed her way.
The female bought my scam and I ended up in a home I never imagined.
I try to be a good dog, really but sometimes things get out of hand. One day I found a basket with some things in the laundry room that had the females scent on them, I expected to get a good girl for returning her lost thing that she puts on her upper body, and got yelled at and chased about the house by strangers that does that strange thing that sounds like Ha, Ha.
The female that I call Mommy was not pleased with me, but what can I expect from a female that has only two of those things when my birth mother had 6.
The male I call daddy made a bo-bo last night. I will get the blame but what else is new.
Daddy brought home a bag, big one 2 pounds of baby spinach and left it on the kitchen table.
Some time after daddy left the house before sun up, those evil cats pushed the bag off the table onto the floor.
Mommy was still sleeping so I left her to retrieve the bag and bring it to her. The Evil cats had broken the bag and were rolling in all that green leaves, Monkey to the rescue, I grabbed the bag and ran into Mommy and awoke her by shaking the bag to get her attention.
She woke up when the bag was empty, sat up and let out this yell that rang in my ears.
It is not easy being a puppy, I want to please these new parents of mine, I would die for them, but I wonder at times if they would die for me.
