This is his story: Nubs hatched on Halloween 1988. I found him and his siblings unmoving in the nestbox. Heartbroken, I picked up a lifeless chick and placed him in my work scrub pocket. The other two were buried in the mountain clay then I rush off to work. Work was an hour away and my plan was to ship the body to the state lab and see what had happened. Thirty minutes into the drive I heard faint peeping, and by the time I arrived, the naked hatchling was moving about. Estatic and very nervous, I placed Nubs (cockatiel babies are UGLY) in a stainless steel bowl lined with toilet paper. I really didn't think he would survive, but the little fellow began to bob his head. I fed him the only thing available at the clinic- a product called Nutra-Cal mixed with warm water and created a thermal gradient so he could stay warm. Incredibly, Nubs survived and terrifed the staff with his ugliness. I found bird-feeding formula and hand raised the little ugly guy. Here he is today guarding his paper nest: Talking to the camera: He gets around pretty good and nobody better get near his nest! Unfortunately, I tear his paper castle down every morning only to have him remake another in a few hours.