Pickle

About Pickle

Yes, I know I look like an angry little green tennis ball with an orange face, and yes, those breadcrumbs on the railing were definitely mine.

My name is Pickle. I am a one-year-old Peach-Faced Lovebird, and to be completely honest, I have zero understanding of personal space. If you are sitting on the couch with a snack, I will casually waddle over, pretend I am just admiring your shirt collar, and then sneakily reach down for a bite.

I spend most of my day hanging out on shoulders, preening your hair, or watching whatever you are doing on your phone. I am not a loud screecher at all, just gentle little chatter noises, happy clicks, and soft afternoon trills. When I get sleepy, I fluff up into a completely round sphere and take little power naps right next to you.

I just need a cozy home with someone who wants a tiny, funny feathered buddy to keep them company all day long. If you do not mind sharing a cracker crumb or two, send in an application for me!