I visited Kiki for a day. This was my second visit with him. He's a 15 year old maroon bellied conure who eats a few things he probably shouldn't, talks a bit, and will mostly poop on request. He pooped on me a couple of times, since I don't know him well enough to understand when he says "have to go poopy." He liked that I invited him on my shoulder at every opportunity, and stuck my tongue out (at the baby, but that's a different story). I liked it that he jumped on my shoulder at every chance, and nudged my face once for some scritches.

The woman in Kiki's life decided that if anything ever happened to her, I should take care of Kiki. It's a big responsibility, but one I'll accept. It's always important to have a person picked out in case the bird needs a new home. Not everyone knows about birds, after all.

Just don't tell Peanut.