A face worth stopping for.

In the shelter’s words · excerpt

Ariosto's the name, and if that strikes you as a bit grand for a bird, take it up with the Italians. They named a poet Ludovico Ariosto some centuries back, and I suppose someone thought I ought to carry on the tradition. Not that I'm composing much verse these days -- hard to do when your beak's occupied with preening, nibbling, or the occasional song. You might've heard about the situation I came from.