When I was just a little parrot flying around the Solomon Islands in the Pacific Ocean with my mom and dad, the first thing I learned was my "scientific" name - Eclectus Roratus Solomonensis (now, that's a beak full!). Don't worry, I couldn't pronounce it either - and so mom and dad named me Polly. I had a wonderful life - flying from island to island (more than 900 make up the archipelago known as the Solomon Islands) - eating yams, seeds and sweet nectar from the tropical plants and trees. It was paradise! But one April day in 1990 my whole life changed.