Show of Hands

Lovebirds.

Picture on the left, from left to right:

Marilyn, Baby, Rudy and Darla

Them some cutie pies.

I don't own Birds my sister still does but we had birds as pets when we were children living in my parents house.

We got our first cockatiel on 4th of July when my sister rescued him from getting eaten by a cat in our backyard.
She then got a job at a bird Shack near our house where she adopted a bird that would not sell because it was retarded. That bird became my bird. A mostly gray cockatiel with a head tick. His name was Stardust and he flew like a helicopter and would often scare the s*** out of everybody by flying straight up while the ceiling fan was running hitting the feeling and coming back down without being hit by the blades of the ceiling fan.

He would do silly things like while sleeping with his head behind his wing he would start singing.

I love the mannerisms or rather birder isms of cocktails.
Lovebirds are doesn't deliciously lovey. You are a lucky person to have such a cute little flock.