My 6th grade teacher had two she kept in a cage in the back of the room. They were hits with us kids. She used to use them as a reward: if you got the highest grade on a test, or something, you could keep one on your desk (with the pair of quill-proof gloves, of course) for an entire period.
I remember a smell, but not a bad one. It just kind of smelled like their food. Neither one ever bit anyone because they were very much socialized. When he relaxed and put his quills down, the male would walk up to whichever hand was gloveless and stick his nose under your fingers and shove them up really hard. Translation: PET ME NOW.
I remember a smell, but not a bad one. It just kind of smelled like their food. Neither one ever bit anyone because they were very much socialized. When he relaxed and put his quills down, the male would walk up to whichever hand was gloveless and stick his nose under your fingers and shove them up really hard. Translation: PET ME NOW.