The first time I met Charlie was when I was in the pet shop looking for some food for the newts. When I went in the pet section I heard a wolf-whistle which reminded of my uncles cockatiel. I thought someone was bound to buy him since he was such a sweet wee thing but a month later he was still there so I had to take him home. The woman in the pet shop said that Charlie had been left in an office block and they were going in to feed him once a week so the police phoned in the pet shop. Charlie was very deprived of company and depressed but he cheered up once he got in with some other cockatiels. Once he got home here he started immediately showing off and enjoyed boogying to 60′s pop and rap music. He’s also a fan of whistling but gets very angry if you whistle at him because he likes to be top noise-maker in this house. Other nicknames for Charlie are Charles (when he’s bad) and Woody Woodpecker (when he starts rattling the bars of his cage).