We never gave it an official name, but sometimes my neice would call it Shimmery.
My brother gave me the bird in 2006. It use to belong to my sisters kids but they didn't take the best care of it so my brother took it for a while and passed it on to me. I think it was at least 4-5 years old.
Honestly I feel a bit guilty because I didn't take as good care of it as I should have. The cage was usually (ok always) dirty and I didn't clean out the water and food bowls more then 2-3 times a week. I also never clipped it nails so they grew super long, but I could never catch the little thing cause it moved so fast.
Shimmery did sing a lot, especially after my mom would play music for it. It's singing was really pretty, and a lot of time people would think we had weird bird music on in the house. It sang a lot in the morning, right after the sun came up. No one really minded being woken up that way though.
Shimmery also liked looking at itself in the little mirrors hanging in the cage. I can't blaim him cause he was really pretty. He also loved spitting the shells of his seeds out all over the floor so we had to sweep it up all the time.
Have fun in bird heaven little guy.