Sam's solution to the problem, since they do not make Lecter-masks (and she doesn't want to be tried with fava beans and chianti) in his size, was to turn to the near-forgotten art of Parragami, or "Parrot-Folding"
Basically, she takes a shirt- usually one of mine. She holds it up, like a skilled Aviador, and waits for him. Tango leaps into the shirt...and gets folded up and has to find his way out. Rewind, repeat. Until one of them gets tired of it, or she gives him black oil sunflower seeds. He is also trying to teach her how to zip, but she has no beak.
Now to a more serious subject. On the radio we have a man named Tom Martino, AKA the Troubleshooter. He has, for more than 30 years, tried to help people by giving advice, referrals, and mediation when they have trouble with a business. He can't help me with this, however.
I put some talk radio on to keep Tango entertained, for about 2 weeks, maybe 3. I switch stations whenever he gets bored, and a lot of music stations tend to play the same songs until your ears bleed. Last night, Sam folded Tango into a shirt (charcoal gray, but that is not really a factor) and we both heard from the now wrapped parrot
"What's your Question?"
It took me until this morning to figure out where that was being used so frequently, and I believe Mr. Martino uses that in the start of his calls and to keep people from going too anecdotal during a call.
So I guess the moral here is that if you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problem. And even if you are part of the solution, you probably taught my bird something new and weird to say.