I have a pet bird named Stewart. He's a pineapple green cheek conure and he's such a cute little guy. my history with Stewart is pretty strange, considering we bought him as an impulse buy. we went to PetSmart to look at the animals just for fun and we saw this little bird dancing and trying to fly. He would throw his food and toys in the air, trying to catch them with his little bird foot or in his beak. He would roll over onto his back and flail his little feet up in the air, rolling over again to dance and flap his wings. We got to meet him and ended up taking him home. For three years, this little bird hated me, biting me hard enough to bleed. when we got a new dog, he was kind of forgotten about, so I decided to take my chance and bond with him while my family was busy with our puppy. He's now my best friend, completely trusting me. he loves to do stuff with me, hanging out on my shoulder while I do the dishes (his favorite!!) or watch tv, or even play video games. He'll stand on my collarbone and snuggle up to my chin, often falling asleep. He's afraid of most things, especially bright/bold colors like white, yellow, pastel orange and baby blue. He loves playing with my hair, although sometimes he gets stuck. We listen to music together, he loves the Arctic Monkeys and the Beastie Boys the most. He just turned five years old last month ano he's still the quirky baby bird he was when we got him.