My little Green Cheek conure Max (RIP) was my best friend. He made my life bright everyday with his crazy, cuddliness. A few stories about my little guy.
Max was extremely talkative for the average GCC. He would say, "What cha doin?" He would get louder and louder if you didnt respond. He would say, "Hey cutie." He was able to to say, "Can I have a kiss? Thankyou. Your welcome. Good bird." All in one sentence.
He would stay up until midnight when I got home from work and would fly over to me and TELL me how his day was. Then nibble on my earlobes. Attempt to regurgitate food for me. And then crawl into my hoodie and fall asleep.
He would scream at the microwave anytime he heard popcorn popping. He loved popcorn.
He would only eat brocolli if it was steamed.
He would help himself to my cereal when I wasn't looking. If I turned around he would kiss my bowl and act like he wasnt trying to steal my breakfast.
He loved car rides and would talk to the cars as they drove by with his "What cha doin."
He would sit on the shower rod and talk to me. He would throw a fit if he couldnt be in the bathroom with me while I took a shower.
I would put him on his poop perch and tell him to "Go Poop" He would do his little poop dance and PRETEND to poop. I would ask him, "did you go poop?" and he would shake his head and say, "Yep, yep yep."
He used to rip my drawing pencils or pens out of my hand and play with them. He poked me in the eye one time when he was flinging them around.
so many other great stories and moment with that little bird. He shall be missed forever. I still think about him everyday and expect him to fly over to me when I get home from work. He flys to me in spirit.