or something like that, there was my first rescue budgie ever.
He came to me with a damaged foot, a missing tail that never grew back, and a deep-rooted distrust against other birds that caused him to spend most of his long life as a solitary budgie.
He was so cute with that one barred feather right at the centre of his forehead that he never lost throughout his life.
I just found a bunch of photographs taken during the last year of his life.
He liked to help out in the kitchen... especially when we had herbs growing on the window sill...
He was a free-roaming budgie and spent most time other than eating in his favorite budgie-tree:
He loved to bathe. Unfortunately, he overdid it, and once managed to almost drown himself. He never came out of the water before he was soaking wet.
He also objected to anyone using pencils he hadn't thoroughly chewed up first. Sometimes he overdid his efforts a bit...
But he objected to being helped up:
Good old boy...
And Lord of the Castle
Rinaldo Rinaldini moved in with me on Febuary 24th, 1989. He died in July 2003 while I was on holiday.