My parakeet was weird, his name was "It"(I didn't know whether he was male or female when I first got him). He liked to perch on the toilet seat and look at the water inside the bowl. He was also an escape artist, he let himself and the other birds out of the cage frequently, because he liked to perch and walk on my sleeping mother. Also any fruit in the house belonged to him, or so he concluded. He would frequently pick fights with my uncle and would try to scavange your plate if you left it alone for a slight second. Not to mention the sever mood swings. He would fly into my grandmother's room to sit on her bed alot, she would chase him out and he'd hide in my shirt if he knew was in trouble.He was in love with my grandpa's shot glass, he'd spend hours chirping to it. I miss him, he was weird. My other bird, "Bird" (that was the only thing he'd respond to), thought he was a fruitbat, he'd hang upside down for hours. In fact when I saw him at the pet store he was upside down. He was pretty. I miss them.
