Hitler, the Nazi Parakeet

I don't know if I have mentioned to you before, but I have a parakeet. His name is Hitler. Now, before you go all, "Oh my God, that's a horrible name! BLAH BLAH BLAH" Let me just say... I don't care. Up yours, that's what I named him. I'm sorry if you're offended, but hey, let's face it, I'm a pretty offensive person.
Anyways.
Hitler is blue, small, very shy, but I will have a photo of him posted up here soon. He was meant as a cage mate to my little cockatiel, Missed Lucas passed away only a few weeks after we got him, so He's pretty lonely right now. Of course I'm going to get him a mate, and of course it's name is going to be Braun.
Hitler is a beautiful little bird, but quite honestly, he's kind of an asshole. He chirps and begs to be let out of his cage, and upon obliging, he bites and chews the hell out of your fingers. So basically, unless he can snuggle in the palm of your hand while you hold perfectly still, lest your thumb starts looking a little Jewish, he's not alot of fun to play with. Yet.

I honestly believe that deep in his little Nazi heart, he is a friendly bird who just wants to play.