Meet Stewie the Senegal
I adopted a new bird, who were were going to name Chewie in honor of the day we got him (May the Fourth) but as my son and I were heading home, my son Lars convinced me he should be called Stewie. We're going to teach him how to say "Victory is Mine!"
He was adopted from a foster family that already had 6 happy healthy birds. The poor guy was bored and neglected and picked all the feathers off the back of his head. I was not looking for a bird, (I actually was there to buy a perch for my Cockatiel, Swet-Pea.
But he took an immediate liking to me, and 2 weeks later he is here in his new home. My son loves him too, and we have both been giving him lots of head rubs and attention. We were warned he was a hard biter, but he has not so much as nipped either of us. He is whistling and happy, and mutterring. Here are a couple pictures under the cut.
He was adopted from a foster family that already had 6 happy healthy birds. The poor guy was bored and neglected and picked all the feathers off the back of his head. I was not looking for a bird, (I actually was there to buy a perch for my Cockatiel, Swet-Pea.
But he took an immediate liking to me, and 2 weeks later he is here in his new home. My son loves him too, and we have both been giving him lots of head rubs and attention. We were warned he was a hard biter, but he has not so much as nipped either of us. He is whistling and happy, and mutterring. Here are a couple pictures under the cut.