She escaped into the yard somehow, and we found some of her feathers in the morning. We think it was a raccoon who got her, poor thing. ;_;
So for my birthday my mom bought me a new one. He or she (we can't tell what it is yet, it's too young) is still a baby, with the dark stripes going all the way down his head to his beak. I've named him (or her) Benny. :'3
He's very social and cute, but I'm so sad for my poor dead Lacey. She could talk and everything. ):
Oh but one of our other birds, a quaker parrot name Molly, has a bad habit of biting the birds we get that are smaller than her. : /
She bit Lacey's toes, and on the second day we had Benny she bit his toes too. D:
He was freaking out, and we used this white powder stuff on his foot to stop the bleeding. It's the same thing vets use so it's safe. Now his little toe is all bruised looking, but at least he isn't picking at it.
Benny. He sleeps a lot, even when he's sitting on somebody's hand or shoulder. n.n:
Molly, locked in her cage for time out:
