Prior to seeing Java's listing online, I was looking for an older bird, typically an amazon or mini macaw. Got a few leads online but they all fell through, then I saw Java's listing and only stopped to look because I saw a scraggly-looking black bird that looked more like a raptor. His headline was something along the lines of 'Special Needs Vasa". So I read his brief history but quickly decided that it was out of my league: he was bigger than I wanted (he looked huge in the picture), he wasn't pretty, had a missing leg, and wasn't tamed, so I said no thanks. I continued on with my search for a feathered friend to adopt, and still had no luck. Two months later, still looking, I saw Java's posting again (he had no name), so I decided to actually sit back and at least ask if he was still available since he was within my budget and I wasn't having any luck finding over the last two months. When I ran across his post for the second time, I had just inquired about a baby White-Bellied Caique in FL, even though I REALLY didn't want a baby. The owner said it would take a month for the baby to be weaned, so I knew I had time to keep looking. When I asked about Java, I was told he was still available, and the rest is history. One month later, he was shipped from FL to TN and when I went to pick him up from the airport, I realized just how tiny he was. When the lady at the airport grabbed his carrier and looked in, she said "what is it? It's just there." I asked," is it alive?" She said," yeah it's alive but it's stuffed in the corner and shaking." We went home and began the process of getting to know one another. Within 3 weeks, I was able to handle him after the breeder, who had him for over two years, said she couldn't get within thirty feet of him without him freaking out and putting as much distance between him and her as possible. She was shocked that I could handle him, even though he still lost his marbles if I went near his cage or moved too quickly. By our first month, he was regurgitating for me, taking food from my hand, and contact calling whenever I left his sight. Now, a year and a half later, I couldn't be happier with him. We've come a long way, and he's made soooo much progress! He's perfect!