My first bird was at the age of 12. A little parakeet I named Charlie. Charlie lived in my bedroom. I always let Charlie out of his cage after school, much to the chagrin of my mother. Charlie pooped a lot on my curtains. I adored that bird. Thirty-eight years later, married and living in the perfect home, I now have 9 parrots. Every one is free to fly the house, investigate each other's cages and generally just be who they are when they are ready to be. I began writing Felix stories for a little humor and to help others understand what it's REALLY like to live with, care for, and handle an intelligent creature such as a parrot. Felix, being Felix, was the perfect choice out of our Flock. He thinks too much. He is slow to believe a word I say or a deed I do on his behalf, and his contrast with every bird in our home shows just how crazy they are, and how sane he is. Felix is a Rescue bird. He chose us, and now I choose to share him with you.