Flicka was the most affectionate parrot I’ve ever lived with. If I ever took a nap on the couch, she would settle down on my neck and nap with me. She never made a sound. One time she wouldn’t settle on my neck and kept trying to get into my clothes. All of a sudden there was something warm in my palm. An EGG! I was thrilled!
The night she died it was also in my hands. I stroked her and told her how much I loved her as she died. I was heart broken.