This is my Boy. He is an 18 year old cockatiel. He had a wife but she died 2 years ago. They had babies, but they are all grown and have flown the coop. He sings the 1812 Overture. He also wolf whistles at appropriate moments. Sometimes I wonder what it will be like when he's no longer here. I suppose I shouldn't think about it yet. He still looks quite young, except for a patch on the back of his neck where his wife Tilly henpecked him over the years.