She's a good bird. She flew in someone's backyard on Christmas a few years ago. They kept her a few months then decided she was not for them. For some reason they thought she was a boy and named her Kris Kringle. Well, "Kris" laid eggs so I changed her name to Kristy. While she does not like hands, she is absolutely fascinated by faces and will sit on the door sill and talk to your nose all day.