

And for a few months I'd bring my payments in, have Crybaby let out of his cage, and we would visit. I didn't expect my offer to be accepted, but it was. I asked the shop owner if he'd consider a sort lay-away arrangement I'd make a down payment of $250, make regular payments after that, and Crybaby would remain there until I paid the balance off. But I was working, and with a little care, I could save up enough. I of course didn't have that kind of money just languishing in my wallet waiting to be spent. Something outside has caught his attention. In an effort to drum up interest in him, his original asking price of $1250 had been reduced to $900. So Punkin had a fanbase these days he probably has his own Instagram account. They're also not especially outgoing and gregarious with strangers. While beautiful, orange wing amazons are not especially flashy as parrots go. Crybaby did not seem to dislike Punkin, but he also did not show to advantage, placed right next to Punkin as he was. Punkin got a lot of admiring attention and according to his owner, a few people had offered ridiculously big amounts of money in an attempt to buy him. Punkin was vivacious, charming, very popular, and not for sale, being the owner's pet and something like a mascot for the store. He was also housed right next to a gorgeous little Goffins cockatoo named Punkin. His cage was large, clean, and had plenty of toys, but when he was bored and lonely (which apparently was often) he'd amuse himself by incessantly droning a high pitched, nasal whine. He was a hand fed, domestically born parrot and only about two years old. Possibly because he was also watching me.Īt the time his nickname was Crybaby.

It took me about five minutes to zero in on this guy.
