This is a bad photo. I know it is. You cannot see the subject, only his cage. He is in there, be assured. I only sumbit this photo to "stay current" in the Photo Scavenger Hunt. I think the Scavenger Hunt is a great feature and I have been remiss for many weeks. So here is my homework. Give me my mediocre grade and move on.
The assignment was a photo of your pet. This bird, I think it is a Cockatiel, and I think it is a "he", lives in the lobby of our old folks home. He sings when George plays piano on Tuesdays. He sang along with the soloist at Eva and Milt's wedding.
He is very selective in his responses. He mostly stares at me. For some old folks, like Vera, he will approach the bars of his cage and set up a ruckus when they draw near. For Louis he carries on "conversation" answering wolf whistle with wolf whistle for the length of the main hallway.
Cockatiels and parrots are long lived, I'm told. This one has been around for all my eight years here. You'd think he'd know me by now. Perhaps he's socially retarded.
No one knows his name, but everybody calls him Pretty Boy. He is pretty and may or may not be a boy.