Acquired: Pet store
Posted Mar 08, 2015
Annie was a sweetheart. She loved my mother, and had a special call for her. Every morning at breakfast time, we would let her out to fly around. She never really left the kitchen, where her cage was, except for brief flights into the sitting room, though she’d immediately fly back.
We originally thought she was a male, and had named her Arnie, but after several months, the top of her beak changed color and we realized that Arnie was, in fact, female, so she was renamed Annie.
Annie was a very curious little thing, as well as affectionate. Whenever my mother would be writing at the kitchen table, Annie would try to bite the pen to distract my mom. She would often sit on my shoulder or head (my mom would have to inspect my hair before I left for school) until I’d nearly finished my cereal. Then I’d tap the side of my bowl with the spoon to signify that she could have the last few bits of cereal. She was a great bird, if a bit noisy.