This is my little love bug Max, one of five babies I hand-fed starting the day after Easter after their mother stopped caring for them. They've all been weaned for a few weeks now, and while they're all still tame enough to fly and land on my head, shoulder, etc and eat from my hand, Max stayed the friendliest by far. He's not only tame, but comes when I whistle and spends hours just sitting on my shoulder and preening my hair. He comes down to the keyboard and chases my fingers on the keys, takes baths in my hands in the sink, and is just the most endearing little thing. He sleeps in a little cage by my bedroom window and spends the day out and about exploring and hanging out. He prefers my company to that of the other canaries.
