So, I had been trying forever to get this little Pionus (not that I knew that is what he was) Parrot away from a relative who hadn't been able to care for him for a while. I thought I'd find a rescue, people who understood parrots. He really bites and screamed a lot. Turns out no one wanted a parrot that bites and whos age is anyone's guess. My husband and I rescue roosters and we can deal with the meanest roosters. They don't just bite but sneak up behind you with a surprise attack of spurs and beaks. But in my head parrots were exotic, so one must need some sort of magic to work with them. We would keep him until something better came along for him. Well, today I finally went for an overdue grocery shopping trip and when I got to the store the only things I had on my list was the foods the Vet said Picollo should be eating. The only date I have on my calendar is his next vitamin shot, and I'm selling a house. I can't remember if the closing is the 24 or 25, but I know Piccolo's next vitamin shot is at 11:15 on 9/17/18. My husband and I swear his feathers got brighter after his first shot. We don't care if he bites, for now, it's how we trick him into eating his veggies. First bites out for blood, second for broccoli. He rarely screams anymore. We love him. How did he creep his cranky little self into our hearts?