Flappy," and she has been our birdy buddy ever since. She outlived the mate we bought for her by two years (so far), but had never laid a single egg. Today, I saw her on the bottom of the cage, and feared the worst: Budgie's don't live for long, and we did not know how old she was when we found her. Instead of dying, however, she surprised us by hissing protectively over a clutch of three tiny translucent eggs. Will wonders never cease?
When we first captured her, Trip honored her with a poem...I can only remember this part: "Her name is Flappy, and I can't see a minute when she ain't!" The name still suits her.