Max is my 19 year old Maximillian Pionus. After my mom died, Max came to my sister and myself. We weren't sure how he'd get along with our other fids (we had cats), but he eventually showed them who was boss
. One day my sister and I got home from work and Max got his wing stuck in his cage bars and some how snapped off the lower end of his right wing (BAD HORIZONTAL BARS!!!). We were so scared we'd lose him because it happened when we were gone. However, we took him to his vet, and it turns out that it was a clean break. Baytril helped stave off infection and he recovered quickly. He can't fly anymore, but it doesn't stop him from getting around like a little fast roadster when he wants to! He's back to terrorizing the cats and the dog, and begging for graham crackers and bits of granola! I call him my little gangsta 'cause he's always been a tough cookie and I tell him now he's got "street cred" so he can flirt with our Amazon Gabbi. And he does!