Kashmir arrived emaciated. Not just thin, but starved down to almost nothing, the way a domestic bird gets when he has been lost long enough to run out of options. He's a Birmingham Roller, a breed developed by humans to somersault backward through the air on the way down, tumbling over and over before pulling out and climbing again. It is a good way to end up disoriented, off course, and on the ground somewhere far from anyone who'll feed you. Rollers are domestic pigeons. They don't have the street savvy of the feral flocks around them, and they don't last outside.
Fortunately, Kashmir was found. He recovered completely, and what came back is a bird with opinions.
Kashmir is black, but black undersells it: green and violet iridescence pours down his neck and spills across his chest, his shoulders carry a purple wash, and his tail flares open white. He is bold, flirty, and relentlessly busy — a bird who does not do sitting quietly when there are toys to play with and mirrors to strut in front of.
He's named for the softest, most expensive thing in the world, and he showed up owning nothing at all. That balance is overdue for correcting. Kashmir needs an indoor home or a fully enclosed aviary, room to be as active as he clearly intends to be, and someone who wont mind being courted at length by a bird who thinks very well of himself.
Let him be the most extravagant thing in your house!
