Okay, here's a JFF that's close to my heart. (And fun fact, this pic once won for POTM back in my pre-moderator days.) I named my first eclectus, who was born with a disease and left our lives far too soon, Bixby. As an avid fan of all things superhero, Sci-fi or Fantasy related, it was the obvious choice for me. You know, given his mostly green plumage.
Most in their 20's or even early 30's probably wouldn't know of it, but folks in their early 40's (like me) and older will remember that - before the current age of Marvel superhero movies where such things are available ad infinitum - we had to get our superhero fix from such rare offerings as the Incredible Hulk television series that ran back in the early 80's. The star of that show, as the Hulk's mild-mannered but brilliant alter-ego, Dr. David Banner, was played by the wonderful actor Bill
Bixby. (Random and little known tire-screeching/head-scratching/
say-what-now?!? type fact: The character from the comics - and current movies - is actually named Dr.
Bruce Banner. So why the name change to David? Because TV execs at the time thought the name Bruce was too... wait for it... 'gay-sounding'. Yeah. You read that right. So they insisted on a more
appropriately heterosexual and manly sounding name. Like David. Sad, but true. You just can't make this stuff up.)
Anyhow, Bill Bixby's run as the misfortune-plagued Dr. Banner remains my favorite to this day... all due respect to Mark Ruffalo's current and rather exceptional portrayal of the good doctor. And, as such, Bixby was my number one choice for my first green bird.
JFF #2: Jolly's name was actually given to him by his mom from his first home, forum member Labell. But the name was - and is - very much appropriate. Jolly is easily the happiest and most peacefully disposed bird on the planet. (There may be a slight bias here, but I'm just saying!) At a few months shy of his seventh birthday, Jolly has never bitten. Not once. And even at his most furiously hormonal, the closest to rage you'll ever get from him is a single scream of frustration when we (yes, 'we'. He has attempted to mate with me, my wife
and Maya during these amorous bouts)politely decline his advances. (Not so politely in Maya's case, but I digress.) But not a bite. Yes,
Jolly indeed.
JFF #3: Maya's name was a product of timing over anything else. Her name was Athena in her prior home, but I wanted a new one for her new beginning with us. At the time I was doing a lot of reading on Indigenous cultures in pre-colonization America, including the Incan, the Aztec, and the Mayan. Well, I think you can follow the train from there. Lol! Thus, our resident diva received her new name.
JFF #4: And then there was Suzie, my sweet - and clearly male - cockatiel of around 18 years. (Taken too soon by kidney disease.) I'd originally bought him for my Mom, but after a year of me being the only one interacting with him, he just sorta became mine. Lol! Anyhow, the people who sold him to me said that Suzie was a girl of around 6 months to a year. So my Mom named 'her' Suzie. Well, after reading a few books on cockatiels, I soon came to realize that she... was a he! Sigh... But what could we do. What was done was done. Suzie he would remain. He rocked the name, though. Dude was very secure in his masculinity. Lol!
Great musician.
He's a beauty! 
