And this is Harold, our youngest. He’s still at that awkward stage, with his feathers just starting to come in. But the good news is he already learned his first word! The bad news is that it’s a word we can’t repeat out loud.
He’ll end up as a second-hand pirate parrot, Andrew Y.
Punk parrot!
I don’t think you can look at that sweet, silly face and not smile. 💕💕
That’s the funniest ******* photo I’ve seen for ******* ages!
Parent bird looks so proud.
Wait, is that actually a baby bird?
Yup…they go through an awkward phase.
Every time I look at an unfledged baby bird I imagine what it would look like if it were the size of a Great Dane. Then I give thanks that I’m not one of my mouse-sized mammalian ancestors.
Or a regular human from the era of terror birds.
Oh, dear God. I didn’t know they were quite that big!
*looks at pictures of humming birds until panic attack passes*
Baby love bird, I think.
I squeed loudly. What a sweet pair!