Acquired: Breeder (non-professional, hobby breeder)
Posted May 18, 2015
Yuki was the first mostly white cockatiel I ever owned. He was everything that I could have ever asked for in a cockatiel. He was beautiful, with snow white feathers everywhere except for his crest and cheeks. He was loving, a great snuggler and very comfortable on most adult shoulders (less comfortable with children, but not unpleasantly so). He was social, he never met a person he didn't want a neck scritch from. He loved to whistle, he never "spoke", but he could whistle a bunch of different little ditties. He was hardy, never giving me worry about his health until literally his last day of life.
When I was home from work, Yuki spent most of his time on my shoulder or on top of his cage. But he liked inside his cage too. He was very fond of his yellow cozy, it was where he slept most nights. He loved playing with toys, especially the ones he could climb on.
Yuki lived to be very nearly 10 years old (just a couple days shy, in fact). The morning of his last day, it was clear that something was wrong, because there was a small spattering on the wall, as if he'd spit something up, and he would not come out of his cozy. I called the vet, but before I could get him there, he was gone. We miss him everyday, especially when we come home to a silent house. I have had at least one bird in my life since I was 5, but I still haven't replaced my sweet Yuki.