He’s a little bastard and he’s mine. Peatrie is my two year old pet Cockatiel.
I got him at the end of my schooling life as a baby when he was was just old enough to feed himself on seed. Since school was no longer a daily duty and I was at home a lot I spent a fair amount of time rearing and playing with him. He was pretty well trained and enjoyed the company of people. When the doors were all closed in the house I would open the top of his cage up so he could come and go as he pleased. When he wasn’t on my shoulder he was sitting quietly perched on top of his cage.
The funniest things the little mongrel would do was push his beak into my closed hand and arch his neck in a way that exposed his ruffled shoulder and neck feathers in the hope of receiving a scratch. It worked.
He’s since gained a brother that he shares his cage with. They bicker and fight when I’m around but I know they’d die without each other’s company.