He was the one parakeet we had that lasted for a long time.

He took over a bedroom in the house, which was where he usually was for most of the day. We considered it Cyan's room. He had a brass metal standing lamp which he used as his perch, which he would ding, ding, dingdingdingdingding with his beak over and over again.

He had a huge tray of bird feed, where he is a brat, that sifts through it and only eats the millet.

At one point or another, he would have phases where he wouldn't want to fly.
He would get around, go to the first floor just by hopping, then head back up by doing the same thing.

If you chase him, he would just hop so high and run.

I love that little bird, he would sit on my index finger and play wrestle with my thumb.