You've got one big birdie talon-bump from Jacko and me (yes

she does give props) for rescuing the little guy. Jacko and I came together in pretty much the same way---except she was older and 'loved'

by a chainsmoking crackhead who'd pry her screaming off the cage and feed her steak and coffee (or get her brother to watch the bird and he'd hit Jacko). As was appropriate---she was brought over to my house in any empty beer-case -_- ungh.
7 years later some of her feathers and still old and stained brown from the nicotine and still her instinct response if hands reach for her is to run---although eventually she turns, calms down and either steps up or wants a scratch lol.
Buut she's come leaps and bounds, plays and is curious about getting into *EVERYTHING*

(last night she decided it was time to play godzilla to the leopard gecko and bang on the terrarium lid and sit on it watching her), slowwwly getting her plucking under control, and loves to play fetch and eat off my plate lol so your little guy has a bright future indeed! I always find it so much sweeter to watch them grow when you know exactly how far they've come
