I introduced Lynnie on a different thread. His back story is that I got him from a private bird reseller who sold him as a failed breeder female, about 3 years old. A quick trip to the vet and a couple loooong weeks later, my suspicions were confirmed: He's a boy. Lynnie is not tame at all. He screamed bloody murder for the entire time the vet held him, and I can vouch she is very, very nice to birds. Fortunately, he was calm enough to be caged next to my computer chair. I think he is an Olive mutation. The little white flecks about his head are pin feathers.
Since Lynnie came home at the beginning of May, 2014, he has made some little bit of progress. His clipped wing feathers grew out. He learned to eat something out of the many choices I give him, though I'm still not sure what he's looking for when he roots through the dish. He seems OK with leaves and I have seen his beak touch a pellet and a vegetable. He enjoys nibbling his Parlour Palm. AND he is willing to declare a non-tameness truce when I hold a spray of millet discreetly for him on his special millet eating perch. He recently came out of his cage for a fly around the living room and was nice enough to go back home on his own. I never could have caught him, so I'm glad. I think he liked Rocky's fig branch.
Today Lynnie gave me a special show, and I'm glad because it explained all the millet hulls on my chair. He climbed down to the grate and flapped his wings so fast everything went flying (except for him)! When I looked at him and spoke, he retreated upwards, but before I knew it he was back, doing it again. He did this five times. Maybe he always does it, but today I was lucky enough to see.
