We got a cockatiel for Christmas from my mother-in-law.
Lest anyone think this was an impulse purchase, we’ve been discussing getting a new bird for nearly a year now, and the MIL offered to pay the expenses of acquiring the bird, getting food, and all the other little essentials. The husband actually went and chose the bird, as I was laid up by the flu that day.
He’s just a baby! Well, a pre-teen in human terms. He’s got all his proper feathers, but still has a dark beak and pink feet and has that wonderfully soft immature fluffy-down feeling when you pet him (when he lets you pet him). Well, we think it’s a him but really, we don’t care.
He’s remarkably calm for a young bird. Friendly towards strangers. Knows what “step up” means in regards to offered fingers. Still a little unsteady climbing things, balancing on new perches, and manipulating objects. Can fly, in the sense of getting airborne, but hasn’t a clue how to turn or stop (I knew he was in trouble the first time he made a startled lift-off and the distress calls started as soon as his feet left the perch, rising in intensity along with his altitude). We’ll be working on improving those skills in a safe environment, when we have the energy. This will be the 3rd or 4th bird I’ve helped to learn to fly, which is fine - it’s just that they end up doing it so much better than I ever will (hrmphf!)
Needs a name, though. Something respectable, easy, and preferably gender-neutral in case we have a she instead of a he. Not that it will matter to the bird.
No doubt, the little thing is entirely puzzled by recent events. Brought home by these huge pink things that (thanks to the flu) have spent the past week mostly horizontal and making the most dreadful roaring and mucussy noises. But he has been issued clean water and food daily, given attention, and has had the chance to listen to lots and lots of music, which he likes, and watch TV, which also apparently likes, once he figured out you’re supposed to watch the moving bits.
Anyhow, just thought I’d share.