Poor little plucker was found at the humane society and brought to the wildlife rehab place by mistake.
I prefer to say that I am fostering him, hoping to find him a permanent home.
But, it sure is hard, as he is such a sweet, sweet little bird.
I've decided to call him Beaker, as all the way home, he had his little beak firmly attached to the bars on the top of the carrier. Several times he seemed to almost fall asleep, hanging on like that. It was a 3 hour drive one way, so he was pretty tired by the time we got home.
It's been a while since I added a photo, so not sure if you can see how badly he is plucked. But, that does not seem to affect his personality. I am going to attempt to keep his little beak occupied with lots of toys and other things to chew on, and maybe he'll let up a bit.
But, his little body is so bald now, I don't believe that he will ever be fully feathered again. Guess I'll have to knit him a little sweater for the cold weather.
