So I got a knock on the door at 7am this morning. There stood my neighbor with a large box, and inside was a tired, dehydrated cute-ugly little parrot chick which her dog had found while out walking.
Oh my, such a helpless little thing! How could we say "no"?
pale-headed rosella or a galah. I'm thinking it's a rosella though.
Improvisation managed to get some food and liquid into him until the pet shop opened at 9 and I could get some granivore baby formula.
"Rio" and after the tiny blue pinfeathers starting to appear on his wings.