Tara is truly a rescue bird, and she has quite a interesting story! Allow me to tell you about it...

It was pretty brisk out - cold, snowy, and windy when my Dad went for his daily walk. Thing were going pretty well, despite the breezy weather. As he was walking along, he though he saw a pigeon or a morning dove sitting in the middle of the road. (Our wild morning doves around here are pretty lazy creatures. You could almost drop a brick right next to them and they probably wouldn't so much as blink.) He kept watching this "morning dove" as he got closer, and closer. It just continued to sit there. Once he was close enough, he realized this was no morning dove! He put his hand down, and she walked right up into it.  She was freezing, and probably wouldn't have lasted much longer out there in the weather.

So, Dad called me up, and told me he was coming over...with a bird. From what he told me on the phone, I thought he had walked up on a cockatoo! He said she was big, had one of those feathers that stick up on her head and she is white. It didn't dawn on me, until I saw her, that we had always had parakeets when my sister and I were growing up, so in comparison to them, she was a big bird. In reality, she is much larger than her kind that you can find in most pet stores. Her feathers are also much more impressive in length.

Have you figured it out yet? What kind of bird is Tara? She is a cocktail, of course!

She is a very tame girl. She doesn't perch on your finger and if she's anywhere near her cage, she will go on and on hissing at you like she is going to eat you alive! However, when you pick her up, the most you get is a beak so soft, you'd think it was made out of her feathers.

She loves to be out around people! When you walk into the room, she will chirp out to you. She also knows she a pretty bird, and it's her favorite thing to tell you.

When she is out of her cage, she will try to get as close to you as she possibly can...even if that means a hasty jog across the living room and with her tiny little feet....that's a feat in it's self, but she always finds her person. She will climb up the furniture and cuddle into you. She is a real dear. She is so fortunate that day my Dad found her! She's a little feathered treasure.