Playtoe is a Mustached Parrot. She was rescued in May, 1997. She's healthy, a one person bird and a touch-me-not. She can talk, when she wants too and she can screech louder than any of the other birds. When we got her, she was about 9 months old and very friendly. The older she got, the more dominatin'. I read that it was normal for this species to be a touch-me-not. She loves water. When we give her fresh water, she immediately bathes in it. But when offerin' her a shower or a bird bath, she wants nuttin' to do with it. Very independent and set in her ways now. She'll let us pet her, now and then, but she's more interested in all the activity that goes on here. We love her, as she is and feel lucky to have found her. 10 years old now. This is Einstein, he's a Monk or Quaker parrot. We rescued him in August, 1996. He was a very aggressive biter, when he came. It was an owner relinquish. The man had bought another bird and neighbors complained about the screechin'. The other bird belong to a new girlfriend who had moved in, so he wanted to get rid of Einstein, one way or another. He had raised him, from the nest. The bird didn't know or depend on other birds, but humans and that was all he knew. I walked around for 3 weeks with 10 bandaids (one on every finger), cause he would bite so hard he would draw blood. I kept at him though, showin' him love, patience and stubborness. I wasn't about to give up, until he did. After 3 weeks, he gave up, decided he liked me after all and started talkin'. He would repeat what we said and also come up with some we hadn't taught him. A tad bashful, some words he'll only say, if he thinks he's alone or I'm asleep (like Good mornin', good night, etc.) Now it's 2008 and he rides around on my shoulder, gives kisses and thinks I'm his mama. He talks to us, but does bird noises an screeches to the other birds His only problem now, is gettin' old. His beak has started to keep growin' nonstop, so once every three months, he goes to the bird vet to have his beak ground down. He can't fly, his wings had always been cut, before we got him (we don't believe in cuttin' their wings) and he never learned how to fly. He's quite content to sit on my shoulder and be carried around or if I'm sittin' in the recliner, he'll crawl all over it (with dogs all over the floor and snake cages within 2 feet. He's my buddy and no one else's. He'll still bite others, but not Dave, cause he feeds him and cleans his cage sometime.   This is Sher, we rescued her in spring, 2004 from a pet shop. We were in there buyin' supplies, when the salesclerk ask me if I like birds. I said yes, why? She said that they had a Latino cockatiel, who had some bird defects, includin' a mangled foot. She could walk right, climb right, etc. The salesclerk said that the other cockatiels were peckin' on her and drivin' her mercilessly. The owner had told the clerk that they would distroy her that night, cause she couldn't be sold. She asked me to please take it with me and give it a home. Course I said yes (can't say no to a critter in need). So she put the little bird in a small box and hid her under her shirt, then gave it to us, as we left. I took the delicate bird home and began to talk to her. I asked her over and over, "What are ya, boy or girl? I wanna give ya a name, but I need to know what sex ya are." For two days, I kept askin', on the third day, she laid an egg (from the perch). I found it on the bottom of the cage. The next day she did the same thang. I told her, okay, that's enough. I know ya are a girl now, I'll give ya a name. The sales clerk's name started with an "S" and we had just went to a Cher concert, so I named her "Sher". It's 2008 and she's never laid another egg since them.