So here’s an interesting story. As I write this, I have a parakeet on my shoulder. This bird ran into the door on my sixth floor apartment balcony, and it was obviously someone’s bird. So me and a couple friends grabbed it and went door to door on the apartments asking if anyone had lost a bird. Found out later that a woman was trying to “give it away,” although we found its cage down by the dumpster. So I figured this bird would be safer off with me then with that woman. So I now have a pet bird, named “Petey the Girl,” that is sitting on my head right now and chirping. I think it just pooped on me. Here’s a few pictures: