About 14 years ago i saw a little bird in a pet store, it was cheap and looked interesting. I stuck my finger in the cage and it bit me hard drawing blood. the bird had some spunk, I purchased it with my allowance (i was 16) and off i went home. — Little did i know what I would be in for with a Quaker Parrot. i was used to cocktiels and thought this bird would be the same boy was i wrong. — Noise — Destruction — Theft — Bodyguard — Jealously — all the words associated with my quaker bird. I named him Julian and I didnt know Julian was really a girl,… read full review »