To anyone who reads this, and remembers me later, you can call me Chelsey. I'm a psychology student who pleads guilty to all charges of being a nerd when it comes to my field
But, enough about me. I'm sure what you're really here for are my birds. Let me first introduce Logan 
he's actually a white-faced pearl, not a grey, but there's no button for that 
I adopted him about five months ago. His foster mom found him in a flee market in a cage that was crammed full of other cockatiels. He was at the bottom of the cage, plucked and pecked within an inch of his life. She begged the store owner to let her buy him, and he agreed. Before she gave him to us, she clipped one of his wings without my knowledge. I'm trying to get him flighted again, but it's difficult. The feathers keep breaking. He has one on his bad wing now. Let's all hope for a couple more the sprout and protect each other. Although I claim him as my own bird, in truth, my bf and I are his pet parents, and he has a definite preference for his dad. Logan is believed to be about a year and a half but, of course, it's difficult to say for certain. He's never been DNA sexed, but we assume he is a male based on the belief (perhaps an ill-founded one) that males tend to be more vocal. He thinks he's a canary 
. He's a very sweet little boy. He never bites, though he does lunge and hiss when he doesn't want us (my bf and I) to pick him up, but we never encourage the behavior by pulling away. He thinks human hands exist for the sole purpose of petting him. 
By the end of next week, I'll have added a new member to the flock: a 
by the name of Conrad. He hatched May 25, and is DNA sexed male. I'm getting him from a petstore unlike any I've seen before. It's a small business and the owner takes in and rehomes birds like a shelter. Awesome place It's a bit of a drive, so the last time I saw him, he was seven weeks old and as cute as a teddy bear wrapped in puppies He'll be flighted when he comes home, much to the disagreement of the stores owner who only begrudgingly agreed to leave him flighted and drops hints of her disapproval on occasion. ("Okay," she'll sigh, "I just hope you don't end up losing your little baby to a stove, the ceiling fan, or the front door.") I've done all the research, and taken all the precautions I can, but I do have to confess that I worry I don't have what it takes. I only have to make one mistake. But, you know what they say about anxiety: a certain amount is necessary for optimal performance. This turned out to be longer than I expected sorry about that. Well, wish me luck. If you are feeling especially generous, how about some flighted bird owners try quizzing me on flighted bird care? I really think I can take this on by myself, but I KNOW I can with a community behind me. Thank you all!
Conrad- Senegal
