Scissor Beak had a special bowl for his food that was deep, so he could scoop it. The other birds seemed to know it was his and they never bothered it. Scissor Beak loved for me to hold the bowl while he ate. I hate to say, I would spend about 10 minutes everyday holding the bowl for him. At least he was spoiled in his short life.
He'll be buried in the garden, we'll put Logan's prickly pear cactus on top of him.