Photo by Robert M. Hartz. All rights reserved.
Found as a stray, with her beak broken completely off at the cere, and full of parasites, Daisy found her way to me. She healed better than anyone expected. She loved my husband best because being whistled to was more important to her than who cleaned her cage. She taught my children about reproduction with her clutches of empty eggs. She chewed her nails when she was nervous, and loved to have her head rubbed. She could pick out her own beloved silver bell from a group of identical bells. She will be missed.
