This is me just a little over a year ago. Now I keep plucking my feathers and I don't know why.
This is mine and Rosy's new telephone. Rosy thinks it's something to hide in and I tried to tell her it's something you YELL in but she won't listen to me.
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NAME: Robby
Age: 10 years old but I don't know my hatch day
Human Slaves: Brian/DAD and Carol/MOMMA
Talking ability: Very high. My mom says I gibber all day.
Favorite phase: Get it or That's it
Favorite toy: TOILET PAPER but mom won't let me play with it anymore. but I GET IT sometimes when she's not looking.
Favorite Treat: Fruit pops
Likes: I love people who wear baseball caps and I really love to sing and dance.
Dislikes: I have just started hating my Mom's glasses. I don't know why but I just hate them.
I used to live in a body shop where they paint cars and then my Dad-Brian found me when he was helping the owner of the shop one day. He tried to convince my old Dad that I shouldn't be here but he just said he didn't have anywhere else for me to stay. So my dad said he would take me home but that guy said NO he's mine. It took my dad about 6 months of trying and then the guy said he would sell me to him. Soooo he surprised my Mom one night after work with me.
Right away I love my new Grandad. For the first few weeks they kept me in the kitchen away from all the other birds and most of the time they would just leave my door open because there was someone always in the kitchen at that time. I would hop on the table with my Grandad and help him eat his breakfast and dinner every day. Then my Grandad got sick and he didn't come up anymore so my Mom would take me down to play with him. Some days my Grandad would say that my nails would hurt his skin so my Mom would put socks on his feet so I could play with his feet instead of his hands. That would make my grandad laugh.
This is my MOM's favorite story.
Your Bird is ShowingOne morning my Grandad was having his cereal. I was playing under the table on the bottom of the chairs like I did quite often. As soon as I would see my Grandad I would climb up his pant leg and then on the table to help him eat. That morning I decided I would just play a bit more and then venture over for some cereal later. Well I didn't quite make it to get to the table because Grandad finished faster than I expected.
Grandad got up from the table and was just going down the stairs to watch TV and my Mom was coming up for the basement from doing laundry.
She started laughing like a crazy woman and my Grandad just said WHAT?
She said "ummm Dad your Bird is showing" and he got a funny look on his face and quickly looked down on his pants. I was hanging on his pants right by his zipper. They were both laughing so hard after that my Mom had to help my Grandad down the stair.
Grandad is gone now but I still call him.
I have lived with Mom and Dad now for 5 years and I was 5 when I came here so I guess I'm 10 years old now.
I started plucking about a year and half ago and we don't know why. At first I was tested and the doctor found a yeast infection in me and said that would make me itchy so I got medicine but I still got really jumpy. Then they gave me medicam because my skin was swollen but I still plucked. The vet said it had to be a behavior issue so my mom got me to another vet and he put me on a antihistamines saying it was allergies.
One day my mom found me on top of the cage and I couldn't move. My legs were stiff and straight out and I scared her soooo much. The vet says it has to have been a seizure but I haven't had anything happen since. They took blood from me twice but my blood had too much fat in it to run the tests they needed. So we still don't know what's wrong with me. My mom just won't let me clean up the crumbs on the floor anymore from the other birds now cause she says it could be an allergy to something I ate.
So anyway that's my story.
I am a very happy, and funny little bird. At least that's what I'm told.
I know how to make people laugh.
Me now....I'm only keeping the perfect feathers.