Meet Ditto. I got her from a breeder who wanted someone who could look after her as he was at work all day and didn't have time to give her the care she needed. We are not sure what her problems are but she can't fly, walk or even perch. Here she is.
She has adapted well. She climbs up a ladder, puts her head through the rungs and cleans her belly and manages to get herself into the overhanging newspaper round the side of her cage to bend round and clean her back. She seems happy and plays and chirps. We get her out regularly and I do physio and massage on her little stiff legs which she enjoys, well the massage part anyway. And boy can she bite, I have to wear a gardening glove when doing the physio or my hands would be in shreds.
Here she is having her physio.
This is what I get for my efforts.
And having a snuggle with my son, her daddy.
