We got both our birds through an online site, the Irish equivalent of craigslist i suppose?
we just picked up our new car from the garage and drove it's maiden voyage 3 hours away to go see Bandit after we called the old owner.
She was this tiny shell of a bird in a tiny cage, underweight, fluorescent green poop all over the cage, her eyes wide open in absolute terror... and all common sense of "possible illnesses, behavioral problems, etc" just escaped me. All i wanted was to take this creature home and nurse it to health and happiness. And we did
It was a very trying and testing time, and i did once completely melt down, saying i can't do this, i'm not experienced enough to "fix" this mentally broken bird, but my other half was having non of it, said we commited to bandit and we were in it for the long haul. and i thank every day that he didn't let me quit.
everyday she learns new things, gets a little less shy, explores and blooms into a real bird a bit more. her latest thing now is kisses, where as before she would attack us if we came to close to her (lots of blood was shed) now, she loves nothing more than to cuddle up with us, get scratches and give kisses.
all the effort, time, blood and tears we've sacrificed for her...My lifes mission is to make sure nothing bad happens to her ever again. She's our "problem child". (or the f**ked-up one as we sometimes less gracefully call her)
Pippen was a dote... his old owner drove him to our house, walked in the door with pip on his hand, he hopped on my shoulder and never looked back. mutual love at first sight

. When he started singing the "American Dad" themesong after a week, we knew he'd be with us for ever

He's such a rascal but you just can't be mad at him.