As a personal rule, I don't take in birds other people are just tired of and no longer have time for any more. Only special cases, I'm only human and only have time to clean so many cages. But one popped up recently that swung on my old heart strings and I couldn't say no.

She's 3 years old, and her elderly daddy recently went into the hospital. He's on a breathing tube and all, and is slipping downhill from what I understand. He was worried sick about what would happen to his "daughter". The lady caring for them, knowing we have birds and love them, asked if we'd take her. How could I refuse?

Meet Tinkerbell. 21 grams of amazon spitfire and attitude. Yes, she's a pacific parrotlet, but for goodness sakes don't tell her she's teeny!