Chessa was born in 1982, and we got him in 1994. His previous owner didn’t want to care for him anylonger. She had kept him in a very small cage with no toys, nothing to do and he was rarely let out. He plucked his feathers. She was going to put him down. It took a long time before Chessa would step up on my hand. He still does not allow anyone to put their hand over her head. Now Chessa has a huge cage, a great diet and lots of toys. His feathers have grown back in, and generally does not pluck them much any more. Chessa is a great whistler and says “I’m the king of the wild frontier.”