The Dangers of Hidden Cockatiels

     My roommate and Ex recently adopted two birds- a Green-cheeked conure a few months older than Tango and a young peach-faced lovebird. She adopted the Conure because she fell in love with her. She adopted the lovebird because he is a consummate con-artist. He managed to trick the conure into feeding him like a baby bird, to the point where she worried about him and stressed about him if she could not see him.

Note: He may not be a lovebird. 

is there a similar-looking species called a playah-bird? if so, that is him. 

It is difficult to get non-blurry pictures of him.
it would require him to stop moving
for more than a second

     So I helped her bring these two birds home, unaware of the phantom cockatiels that came with them. We didn't see then come from the store- we have not seen them yet, to this day. We only hear them, when these two get upset.

Note#2: nothing in this world conveys offense, 

or just the sense that the world is not going their way, quite like a cockatiel 

     So somewhere in the house, there are at least three cockatiels, as conveyed by two other birds. They have not been seen to this day, and I think they never shall be.

Note# 3- the conure figured him out about a week after they came home and "weaned" him. 

     Other bird news: I brought home a second Conure, a Gold-Capped one. Cappy, or Captain(but never Capitan) is about 10, not hand tamed(yet) and has been hit or thrown, probably. But he is smart, sweet, and needs the love. His strategy of escape and evade is pretty amazing to watch. He doesn't mind a person being close as long as they are just talking, but he is afraid of anyone trying to pick him up. He and Tango talk but he is about twice Tangos size, so I am really careful about how close they get.

     And finally, Sid, my Roommates Cockatoo, took flight yesterday. She has been encouraging him to take short flights, to build up his flight muscles, and improve general health. Yesterday, she took him outside, and I got the call:

"I need help"

"what's up?"

"Sid's on a roof. A second story roof"

"I'll be right up"

     Seems that he saw kids across the street, and he LOVES kids. So he flew, and when I got there he was walking proudly and slightly freaked out across the edge of the roof. We asked our neighbor for a ladder, and that worked. Sid took one look at the ladder, decided he wanted no part of it, and flew down and across the street. I ran, scooped him up, hugged his wings so he knew he was safe-and so he could not take off again- and ran him back downstairs. He's getting a wing trim in the near future. I love that he can fly, but he is not yet at the point of doing it safely. He tends to stop by running into things.

     But he was majestic in the air, on the way across the street

He was also so proud of himself. And he involved two neighbors and the mail carrier.
His legend grows