Taken this past solstice, this is Sunny. He is over two decades old and still in amazing shape, given that he's technically an elderly cockatiel now. He was found many years ago by my wife when she was a kid. Her grandmother called her and told her there was a bird, clearly a lost pet bird, in her back yard. Rachel biked all the way over with a budgie cage balanced precariously on her handlebars and was quite surprised to discover the bird was a cockatiel. He came right to her, though, relieved apparently to be with humans again, and is the reason she got her own cockatiel eventually, and that we own three now. He still lives with her parents, and is a very peculiar and paticular bird.
He hates fingers. Fears crows and blue jays, which probably picked on him in the wild. Loves vanilla ice cream. Say hello to Sunny, folks.