Her I am knind of hoping maybe your son and mine were mixed up at birth. I think cat food is a great name! Then again, I named a beagle “Trudy, the pot roast”. So, how about a comprimise…Perry, the feline appetizer?
How about Goliath?
Then again, 300lb+ guys named Tiny alway make me chuckle. Maybe it’s just me…
The “Onan” bit also had me chuckling a bit. 
These are great guys! Thank you.
We have a Friday deadline for the decision, so keep em comming.
Dave, my husband is leaning towards your name.
We do keep him covered at night, but for some reason whenever Scott comes in the bird starts talking up a storm. I think he likes Scott better, and I am the one who has been feeding him, and cleaning up after him, and giving him free range.
Typical kid, never appreciates what people do for them!
I have had birds all my life, until I got out on my own and could have cats. I named them (in no particular order) Conrad (after a character in a movie), Cloudie (blue budgie with white blotches), Truffle (seemed to like the dark), and Mesquite (I just walked outside and saw what I thought was a mesquite tree, but I later found out it was a sumac. Oh, well).
So what have we got…
He’s blue, so maybe Azul, Lapis, Sky, Denim, you get the idea- look at any clothing catalog and they rarely call a blue shirt blue, for cryingoutloud, it’s always cadet or cornflower or somesuch. Make-up product namers do the same thing- check out the eyeshadows next time you’re at the store and maybe you can name him ‘Azure Ice’ or something equally pompous.
Speaking of pompous, there’s always the grandiose route. Icarus, Garuda, Amelia (Earhart), Wright, Sputnik, Buzz (Aldrin or Lightyear)… or the closely-related absurd, which your son will probably like- Fang, Stomp, Killsaw, Demon…
I like the Onan idea, but I wouldn’t want to explain it to a 4 year old. 
Beifer (bee fur). Means “B for Bird”
I have a bud with a dog named Deifer.
I liked 5CentCigar’s suggestion.
But if your kids are old enough to get into Harry Potter you could call it Fawkes, or Errol. Hedwig was a choice, but you said the bird is male.
Aloicius
Monty
Scarface
Wellington
Gumbo
Peatmoss
Warren
Bob
I’m not very good at this.
Man, it can’t get any better than that!
I really liked Skeet: Tell me I’m not the only one who pictured a flying target?
…and Onan, that’s clever stuff.
I was thinking along those lines. I figure his name will naturally come about after a few days of spewing seeds, grit, feathers, and bird poop all over the floor. You’ll probably be calling him You little *AHOLE!***
Oh, and what was that other one? Thanksgiving-Dinner-Is-A-Finch?
I know it’s corny, but how about Nibblet?
My three year old came up with a name by accident.
I told them that we had to come up with a name and soon, and she looked at me and said “But mama, we gotta name him sumpin” three year old for something.
It has kinda stuck.
So when he is out of his cage and about we can say “sumpin is out of his cage” or “sumpin is on the floor”
Yeah, it will be kinda strange for people who don’t get it, but oh well.
Thank you for all the suggestions.
Michel P Keaten?
Um, my cockatiel is named Parker Charles Yardbird after the famed high-flying Bird.
I personally believe that the smaller a pet is, the longer and more grandiose the name should be.
In the past I’ve had parakeets named Sparks Powderflash, Jones the Rock and Roll Parakeet, and Grand Moff Tarkin, Governor of Imperial Outlands, and The Great Carlo Ponzi.
Jones and Tarkin I had to give away. Flash lived to be about seven years old, which is about average for a parakeet, I guess.
Ponzi died tragically. He was out of his cage, playing with Parker, and I was trying to catch him to put him back in his “room”, and I knelt down on the floor, and he turned a hard left and ran right under my knee… the crunch was sickening. I’d only had him for three weeks. He was just a baby, all of a month old when I bought him. I sobbed my guts out for days afterward.
How fitting.
Bboy, behave. Show some sympathy here.
I could never imagine that happening. But then again the name Easily Slammed in Door and Killed fits very well. They are small and then are quick, especially when they want their own way about where they are going.
My mom and I used to raise parakeets, but she got the job of putting them down if they had to go. And trust me, we did everything to make sure that having to go was the last option. If they did go, they were buried under our rose bushes.
I was thinking of a nice noble name, maybe something with meaning. I do really like Perry and he will probably go back and forth between Sumpin and Perry. Or my new favorite “you little shit, quit screaming at me and let me clean your cage and feed you!”
Yes, we’ve bonded.
Thea’s words…not mine. 
Sorry Thea, I know that must have been very traumatic for you.
I once hit a squirrel at about 70mph on a motorcycle and flattened him instantly. He probably never felt a thing. I never felt the crunch, but I still got pretty nauseated.