It is not unsusual for Oscar to be with me at the table during a meal and he continues to throw me surprises.
The other morning I was enjoying a frosty cold glass of orange juice ( I place the glass in the freezer for 10-15 min before I put jut in it.)
I savor each sip as if it were nectar for the gods.
The next thing I know is Oscar is getting restless on his stand.
Perhaps he wants some OJ? I wondered? I brought my glass up to him and he dipped his beak into it and then to it out, shook his head as if to say THIS IS COLD.
But, in a moment he tipped his beak back into the juice and his black tongue helped scoop out more juice.
He continued bobinging head up and down to get juice until I am sure he drank 6-7 ounces.

So now at breakfast I have a glass for him and one for me.