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...who was beautifully handreared before his new family bought him from the breeder (for a lot of money!) and they named him, Sam.

They must have liked him and wanted him, but not understood the ways of parrots.  When he bit their child, they stopped getting him out of his cage.  His screams of frustration and loneliness saw him renamed, SammyShithead, moved out of the family house and relegated to the garage, where he was given food (seed only) and/or water when somebody thought of it. A sad way to spend the first year of Life.

When angelicvampyre rescued him, there was no food or water in his cage, (which was no more than a cat/dog carry cage, No perches, no toys.) and the owners couldn't remember when he'd last been fed.  Severely malnourished, the avian vet did not have high hopes for his survival, and one of the tests showed that the poor little parrot had Psittacosis.

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Our new baby loves the shower. She sits on the bottom (in the finer spray) with a look of "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! This is the life!" on her face.
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Daughter and I went to a bird show yesterday.  No intention of buying a bird of course!  We had a lovely look around at all the pretties, and I got to meet a few folk off Smiley's bird forum.  :~D

But this little darling was irresistible!  Full of personality and the prettiest blue I've seen in a Quaker parrot.  Handraised, so she's very friendly, and she has been DNA sexed, so we know for sure she's a girl.  And we got her for half the price we'd usually pay for a hand-reared Quaker.  So what if we have to live on soup for the week?!  Heh.

Now we just need to give her a NAME.  ;~P


She has the most gorgeous, growly sort of voice, and does this little chirrup that sounds for all the world like "Uh oh!"  XD