Gone to the birds

My husband's aunt had a pair of cockatiels that were sort of hand-me-down. She could no longer care for them so she passed them along to me. The male is a real talker. He calls out "whatchadoin" regularly and says his own name, Pretty Boy. I didn't name him. The female's name is Cutie Pie. I didn't name her either. Pretty boy whistles the familiar dog command and clicks his tongue to get attention. He also whistles bits of the Andy Griffith theme. They are nice company at times. annoyingly loud at others. I think we'll keep them a little while.

Warren really enjoys them.

Pretty Boy on the left, Cutie Pie on the right