OK, so I'm out visiting the hubs as he pulls dead wood out of his 1/2 acre forest (I know, we chuckle, too) and decide to take a walk down the path to see what I could see. The bleeding hearts are coming up, the mole has dug some huge tunnels, I don't see any garlic mustard but....was that a flash of yellow on the ground? So, I look a little closer and this is what I found. Now, mind you, we live in Central Illinois, not the parakeet mecca of the world. I called to my husband and told him to come quickly but quietly and I heard him gasp as he crept up behind me. A parakeet can't live in Illinois this time of year. We will have several freezes before the weather gets this warm again so I told Carl I was going to see if I could catch him. I approached him quietly, stooped down and put out my finger and he hopped right on it. I wrapped him in the bottom of my T-shirt and Carl got this decorative bird cage from the gazebo and we popped him in it.
I pounded down the inside of a couple of small cat food cans, well cleaned, and we sorted millet from our bird food using a colander, filled one with seed and one with water. After some research on the Internet, I think it's a male because it sings and the area above the beak is pinkish purple.