When I was visiting friends in Australia there were all of the beautiful birds there and I saw rose breasted toos there and I swore I would get one when I got back. Instead of the too I found Lucy and it was love at first sight.
Oh my gosh, I am laughing out loud right now. Our poor budgies we had. They must have been so terrified of me. I just wanted to hold them, I couldn't understand why they would fly away. I would let them fly all around the bedroom and they would get up on the curtain rods....I tried to tame my budgies in the bathroom too but I clipped their wings so they would stop flying away from me!
Oh and then when I realized they could still fly sometimes so I would bathe them before trying to befriend them, because then they could fly even less.
I'll bet you never imagined, when you were so afraid, that you would have a macaw of your own!!!I used to be terrified of birds.... they were a bit too outgoing for me.
Until I worked at a pet store.
I worked mainly in the kennel area.... but one day the person who worked in the bird department quit and they told me I need to learn to handfeed the babies.
WHAT?!?!
I was terrified.
The first bird I fed was a goffin. I was terrified.
But I didnt die. And he was absolutely adorable.
We then got an African Grey that I was just enamored with..... I began looking forward to spending time with the birds. After the African Grey, there was a red throated conure.... and before I knew it- I wanted a bird myself!
That is how it happened with me, also! I don't think in my hearts of hearts that I am even a pet person.I'm not sure if you would call it "getting into birds" with me..hmmmmm..
I think the birds found me,not the other way around..
That makes two of us. And I 100% agree it did change my whole world around but it was an amazing changeExactly the way you shouldn't get into them...via ignorance!
I saw an interview with Dr. Pepperberg about African Grey's and went out and got one without doing any research or preparation because I got it into my head that a grey would make the perfect classroom pet to inspire my students.
Well, it all ended well, but that one decision sure has changed me whole world around!
This made me cry. What a great story. The most poignant part for me was that he sat on your hands after all those years. I think it was incredibly respectful of you not to push to touch him all that time, not many people could do that. When he was ready, he let you touch him.We got married in 1982 and shortly thereafter found out we could not have children. I always loved birds as a child but was never allowed to have one. If we couldn't have children we were going to get a bird.
We got a cockatiel that we named "Scummo" in 1982. He was 15 weeks old. He grew to be fully flighted, recall trained (never outside) and never even saw a cage his whole life. He started in a 12ft x 12ft bedroom. Within a year the whole house was his domain. He was very tame only in certain ways. He would snuggle under my chin. Preen my mustache. Ride with me everywhere. Sit on your arm but you could not touch him with your hands, ever. If he was up on the 3rd floor of the old house we were in and I yelled "supper time". He flew down a 3 flight spiral staircase on his own, through the hallway and into the kitchen. After dinner he went back up that same 3 flight twisting stairs. He was an amazing flyer. He could stop in mid air, turn around and fly back the way he came from.
He died in late 2004 of old age. I had never touched him with my hands his whole life. He went to the vet twice in his life. Because he was such a free spirit, the first vet visit was very traumatic (3 years old) He almost killed himself struggling and fighting. My vet said that unless we had a life threatening situation, not to bring him back. He was a text book specimen.
At about 20 years old he had an accident with his wing. That was the second visit. The vet commented on how quick and strong he was for such an old bird. After the x-ray for his wing, When the vet let him go he turned around and started to repeatedly attack him. He was furious and not one bit scared. The sore wing was suddenly not sore anymore.
His original name was Woodstock. That lasted for about 2 weeks. Scummo was much more fitting for the little rascal. If we were eating pasta he would fly down and land right in the middle of your plate and start chowing down and get all scummed up.
Scummo was an expert at hiding and camouflaging himself. He would fly into a room and go sit up against something and become motionless. I'm telling you he disappeared. His coloring and the way he would sit against things, he could blend perfectly. It's like he knew his colors. He would whistle and sing while you were out of sight. If you entered the room he would become silent and motionless. He would literally disappear. The second you left he would whistle and tease you again.
He really liked the laundry room. That was his favorite because of all the colors and shelves. He was sitting right in front of my face somewhere but I could not find him unless he moved or made a noise, which he never did. I have spent 30 minutes in a room looking for him. (begging for him to show himself)
On the night he died we had dinner and went to watch the news on the couch just like always. We knew he was getting old and a bit feeble. ( This video was made at 7pm that night) I was watching the TV with my hands in my lap and not paying attention. He walked up my leg and sat down in my hands. I was in total shock. We cuddled for about 10 minutes. He looked up at me, made a little squeak, his head tilted back and his heart stopped.
I still miss him. It took me a long to write this and I'm dripping on the keyboard again. God bless my little buddy. He was cremated and lives in an urn on the mantle.
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Now I have a lump in my throat again too.This made me cry. What a great story. The most poignant part for me was that he sat on your hands after all those years. I think it was incredibly respectful of you not to push to touch him all that time, not many people could do that. When he was ready, he let you touch him.
Your pen imbues your words with emotion and thought, young grasshopper.Now I have a lump in my throat again too.