This is Lucky. He was found in a park in the winter, in the snow, in 1994. He is at least 20 years old.
He is quiet. He seems to prefer women. He likes to whistle tunes. He is not very interested in becoming friends with my GCC, but he does call to her. He whistles and she calls back with a bunch of squawks and yells. He then looks around and seems to regret ending the silence.
He can fly, but is mostly content to sit where he is put. He steps up every time, but only after an obligatory bluff bite and scolding of my hand. He likes to ride around on shoulders or on an arm or hand.
I put that perch on the outside of his cage. It is too big for him, but it has to be more comfortable than perching on the thin wire on the top of the door. I will get him a more appropriately sized branch today.
He is only here for 2 or 3 weeks. I wish I knew exactly how old he is. He does seem ancient. He looks old around the eyes.