Winston is a red bellied African parrot. We've had him for about 15 years, since he was 3 months old. He's about 5 inches tall and got the personality of a great white on steroids. Danger, danger, danger. But he plays a lot, so he's fun to watch, and he talks. He says "good boy" and "gimme kiss" in a deep, guttural voice like a hit man whose unfortunate karma brought him back as a nasty little parrot. He also mutters the dog's name whenever she barks or dashes thru the house. "Maggie... Maggie."
Here he is in all his red-eyed glory making mincemeat of a lemon on the kitchen table yesterday. The pictures where his head is blurry is cause he's shaking it so fast the camera can't stop the motion.