I have 2 parakeets and 1 cockatiel. I don’t even know why I wanted them in the first place. They’re annoying, dirty, and wake me up all the time. It even got worse when i started college and they became a nuisance that I had to take care of. My first bird was Riku: a yellow parakeet who tends to himself and is very curious. He was the very first pet I had. I was so scared of this tiny bird. At the age of 13 I was afraid he would bite all of my fingers off, but eventually I grew to love him. He would sit on my shoulder as I walked around and did my chores. He was always there nibbling on my hair and and losing himself. I would spend hours trying to find him because he was so silent and liked to hide himself in small corners. I remember being jealous when I got him a toy mirror that he preferred looking at than spending time on my shoulder. I broke that toy into pieces; I look back and laugh at that memory. The scariest memory of Riku was when I thought it would be fun to vacuum the inside of the cage…WITH HIM IN IT! Don’t do this at home people. He got sucked up into the tube and ended up in the dirty tube thing. He was alright, but I think he didn’t really trust me for a while and his fear of vacuums has never decreased.