After losing her home she had nowhere to go and it was off to a temporary home with some friends where she lived for a year. She began to pluck and even self-mutilate. We were contacted after the original guardian was unable to find her a permanent home. It was a home at Foster Parrots or death for Rosie.
 

She had a good life here. She loved us and we dearly loved her. She would bob her head and run or fly to director, Marc Johnson, wherever he was. She would tuck her head under his chin and click for hours if he would let her. Her wound had shrunk by 50% and she had also allowed many of her feathers to re-grow.

Rosie died of acute kidney failure brought on by heart disease. One day she looked a little ruffled and then threw up the contents of her crop. Twelve hours later she was dead.

The second photo shows the Rosie we would like to remember. The playful, loving free spirit who endured an unnecessary life of captivity that she was helpless to escape.