A year and a half ago, nobody could even get near him (except me). He drew blood on the girl who tried removing him from the cage he had exiled himself to. His feathers were tattered, torn, and in some places non-existent. And oh, was he ever so so sad!
Today, though there are few other than me that he won't actually try to eat their face, he's close to being fully feathered, he's gained 44 grams and is as healthy as can possibly be expected, considering the pulmonary damage he suffered over the course of 6 years immediately above cockatoo and with grays on both sides, and is so happy that at times I swear he's smiling (even without lips lol).
He's my best buddy, my best friend...my one true love.