went to the pet shop...

[pigeonmama]

and fell in love with the sweetest little Meyer's parrot. I squeaked at him, and he came down off that perch quick as can be, and squeaked back. He yanked and rulled at the pen door, which was locked. I asked if he was hand tamed, and the sales person said "we're working with him. He's kinda nippy" The guy opened cage, and that bird was out of that cage so fast, up on my hand and giving me kisses. The guy kept telling me I was going to get bitten. Didn't happen. That little bird let me kiss him, flip him on his back, scratch his head and under his chin, play with his wings and feet, grab his bill. Oh, if I had the money, that little Tipsey would be living here with me.
Daryl