I had only left the house for a couple of hours, to visit for a thanksgiving dinner. I often bring a bird with me when I visit on holidays; the family all like them. Yesterday, I brought my grey, Toby; he talks a lot, eats anything, very well behaved, doesn't bite. So he's good company wherever I go out. But when I came home, my pionus was dead on the bottom of his cage. The space heater, a STANLEY St-221A-120, was spewing out putrid smelling hot air out of it's front vent. No smoke, but the stench was terrible. The power switch was fuzed solid, I couldn't turn it off, so I unplugged it and to
