I'll bet either the previous owner didn't know or was too embarrassed to mention it. At least he has a tension reliever.
But now all I can think of is:
"Silver bells, Silver bells, It's mating time in the city...
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing, now it is mating day. "
Poor Rica is starting to call for a mate. All her pretty tail feathers are gone again ~sigh~ but she kept them longer this year, and let more grow in than ever before. She still has most of her breast fethers for now... She sounds so pitiful when she's "soliciting" that I feel bad for her.