Tyson is our sweet, dumb, little baby bird. Bless his heart (Southerners know what I mean), he is so darling but he was bred to be pretty. Named for famed astrophysicist Neil DeGrasse Tyson, our conure has yet to show any proficiency with even the simplest mathematics, though he is very good at giving kisses and waving hello.
Just as I refreshed his drinking water dish this afternoon he drove straight into the water (FOR DRINKING) and splashed all over everything within 5 feet of his cage, all the while squealing out “Hey cutie! Cutie baby! Baby bird!”
He needs to marry rich.