My pet cockatoo's name was Peaches. She adored me. She'd hang her head down so I could tickle her neck feathers. On the way home, I took her into the grocery store perched on my shoulder. New surroundings scared her and she flew down the aisle all the way to the meat counter in the back of the store. I ran like the wind to get her. Her wings were just too pretty to cut. I liked to see them all spread out. What a beautiful bird!