A face worth stopping for.

In the shelter’s words · excerpt

I'm Rumi, a green-cheeked conure, and my past is kind of a mystery. A few months ago I landed in a garage, half-starved and feather-scrappy, but since then a lot has changed. I&#39m up a solid ten grams, thank you very much — not that I&#39m counting, but somebody around here is. Turns out food security does wonders for the soul and the scale. And let me tell you, the menu? Top tier.