Lives on bookshelf.
Polly used to protect Stella from my younger brothers and their tricks, traps and tortures. He has more than a few battle scars to prove it. He would get tossed around or poked in the beak with a stick. He took so much for her so that she could be left to the inside of her closet to read and write. Usually she would need to cut up a sock to patch his beak with. Then, she'd have to find a way to reach the top of the refrigerator in order to reach the canister where her mother stored the uncooked pinto beans to fill him back up with his beans of choice and sew his wounds so gently. He's like an MMA fighter. Even now his wing is stuck in this weird "Fuck yeah! Bring it!" pose.
"I still like to hang with him when I read. Just in case."