I am not sure how long I have owned my little chipped bird. He was a “freebie.” I brought it home from the garden center where I worked over a decade ago ( with their blessing of course) because it was obviously not saleable.
I have a similar small bird on my desk, with just a chipped beak. It’s painted. I call it the blue bird of happiness.
Many folks couldn’t stand such “imperfections” in their lives or their gardens. For me, I find that small imperfections are what life is all about.