Acquired: Pet store
Posted Mar 01, 2014
I was twelve when my parents first brought home our parakeet, Zippy. He was a bright yellow-green and was probably seven inches long, give or take a feather.
Zippy's cage sat in the small, windowed alcove off the kitchen where he could view the back yard. He had all the toys and do-dads a bird loves but his absolute favorite was the mirror. Whenever we'd go over to feed or talk to him he'd get excited and peck the heck out of his reflection. I'd love to let him out of the cage when I'd eat breakfast in the morning because he'd fly over to the table and sit on my shoulder. Before long he'd make his way down my arm, perch on the edge of my bowl, and peck at the floating cereal bits.
I'm not saying it was sanitary (though I didn't care at the time and I'm still here) or even that it was healthy for him, but Zippy lived for a decade.
He had great vocals. For me that means not super squawky and obnoxious, very sing-song quality and you could hold a conversation comfortably while he was in the room.
I guess you could say he was purchased more for our entertainment and enjoyment than for any other qualities he possessed. I was already out of the house when he passed away, but it wasn't long before my parents went and got another bird. They named it Zippy Too, and he was just as sweet.