Hi there, My name is Greyce. I am 7 years old.
My new humans talk to me all the time
When I first came here, I didn't like to be handled. Now I like to be cuddled. It really feels nice.
I just snuggle down and let my new Dad scratch me all over.
The pictures above are from when I first came to my new home. I used to bite my feathers and I guess I looked pretty bad. The Pictures below are what I look like now after a molt. I'm looking pretty good if I do say so myself. And I do....
I am getting so I really like this place. Good food and I really like my new dad. I'm not too thrilled with mom though. I bite dad every time mom comes around and he is holding me. I can't seem to make him fly out of the way though. You would think he would rather have me than her though - Wouldn't You?
Dad calls Fibber "Motor Beak" and now he calls me the same thing.
When I first came here, I wan't too sure I wanted to talk. Now I am not too sure if I want to shut up.
I can't say as many words as Fibber but I am trying to catch up.
Here is a picture of me getting a head scratch.
Here is a picture of me on dads lap.
He
tickles my tummy.
Stop back and see me when you can.
Bye.