This is my baby girl. She's a Senegal parrot. Basically, she's a one person bird and I happen to be that person. She loves my husband and a handful of others, but doesn't let them hold and touch her like she does me. I have been bit, and it hurts like hell. You wouldn't think a little bird would be able to give that much pressure in a bite, but they can....believe me. I think we've had her 15 yrs now and she still makes me smile everyday. She can talk a little but only on her terms, and laughs like me. Music and snapping your fingers makes her dance, and it's the cutest thing. We take her places like Home Depot or to lunch (if we eat outside). We are always asked or told the dumbest things.
Is that real? Me - uh no, wacky wheelchair gal likes to roll around with fake bird on her shoulder to look like a pirate.
Awwww poor birds like that have to be caged. Me - Listen lady this bird has it better than most kids. She gets fresh fruits and veggies everyday, cleaned, and loved. She hangs out on the top of her cage all day and for fuck sakes we take her to lunch.
People themselves are strange birds and just let stuff come out of there mouth. ( I always threaten to strangle the next person who looks at me and asks me ,..... you wanta race).?