Some cool buy a pet bird images:
Asiatic Lily as a Lorikeet Snack
Image by nettsu
I <3 my birds 
The story:
I bought some Asiatic Lilies when I went shopping yesterday – I love lilies and I haven’t bought myself flowers in ages so I did… one of the vases has been sitting on a sidetable which is close to the birds cage. Polly this afternoon decided to help herself to one of the stems (to the point where her weight snapped the stem which is why it ended up on their cage door). I was surprised to notice that they were eating the pollen as I always thought that lorikeets were effectively nectar eaters. They still manage to surprise me every now & then.
Yo-yo in his new cage (3)
Image by gwilmore
This is Yo-yo, who, although not the newest bird in our little aviary, has the distinction of being the last one to be photographed. This is because he hates being touched and will not climb onto anyone’s finger for any reason whatsoever, with the result that we have never been able to let him outside his cage. I hope that changes someday, since he had been part of our family for three months already on the day this picture was taken.
I spent most of a Saturday afternoon hauling our three cockatiels, one by one, over to a pet store called The Bird House to have their wings and nails clipped. (The Bird House, as some of you might recall, is where we picked up Spoots.) The store is owned and operated by a cheerful and personable Mexican woman who plainly loves her birds — and who, incidentally, was quite surprised to learn today that I speak Spanish fluently. The birds’ reactions to the experience were interesting to observe. All three had no problems traveling in the car to the bird store, which is about a mile from where we live; in fact, they all seemed very interested in the journey, and looked around with curiosity all the way there and all the way back. (I had to take them in their cages, though; Spoots was the first to make this trip, and I tried to put him into a small, portable cage, which would make it much more convenient for me, but he would have no part of it.) The actual clipping experience was traumatic for all three birds, although Oochie handled it better than the other two. (It lasted about two minutes each time, and all three birds appear to have forgiven me at this point.) Finally, Oochie and Spoots were both interested in the bird store itself, but Yo-yo was traumatized by it, with all the screeching and commotion that went on there.
I bought a new cage for Yo-yo as well. The old one, a round unit we inherited from the people who gave us Ceci, was really not suitable for cockatiels, who like corners. I took my camera with me because I figured this would finally be my opportunity to take and post a few images of this bird, which I promised to do some time ago. This series of four photos was taken on the sidewalk just outside the store, and incidentally marks a first for me as a photographer: in the 10 months I’ve had my Nikon D50, this was the very first time I had ever used manual focusing in taking a picture. The autofocus would latch on to the bars of the cage, whereas I wanted to focus on Yo-yo. I could have configured the autofocus to do this, but I didn’t know how, so I just decided to use the manual setting instead.
I learned a couple of things about Yo-yo during this visit. First, contrary to what we had supposed (and been told by the folks at PetSmart), Yo-yo is a male. (I had been suspecting this for some time anyway, because Yo-yo had never laid an egg, which was something Ceci did with some regularity; in fact, I suspect egg binding was what killed her a few months ago.) The other thing I learned — the hard way — was that this bird can REALLY bite. At The Bird House he got out of the old cage before I wanted him to and flew about 10 feet — as far as his newly-clipped wings would allow — and landed on the floor. I tried to pick him up, and he bit me really hard on the index finger on my right hand — hard enough, in fact, to draw a little blood. And not only that, he tenaciously held on for perhaps 5 seconds, which were among the longest 5 seconds of my life. The Mexican lady told me he was probably scared, given the unfamiliar surroundings and what he had just been through. (I let her grab him and put him into the new cage.)
I had asked her earlier in the day, when I was there with Spoots, what we could do to get Yo-yo to let us hold him and take him out of his cage. She said we shouldn’t even try to do anything until we clipped his nails and wings, so this was Step One in the process. Any suggestions from fellow cockatiel lovers are welcome.