Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Dracula
Thomas was wrapping Rocky up last night. At first, he was including the head more, and I told him he looked like the Bride of Frankenstein. Thomas said he was going more for the Dracula look with a cape:
Greys at the spa
Our house gets a bit dry in the winter with the artificial heat, so we run a humidifier in the living room for the parrots. It's on their food cart and is pointed in the direction of Calypso's cage.
The greys love to fly to his cage and sit in the stream of the humid air. They never sat on his cage door until they figured out about the humidifier.
Max:
Stella:
In this last picture, you can see Calypso inside his cage, at his water dish.
Calypso does not mind if the greys are on his cage, providing they don't prevent him from entering/exiting his cage when he wants to.
The greys love to fly to his cage and sit in the stream of the humid air. They never sat on his cage door until they figured out about the humidifier.
Max:
Stella:
In this last picture, you can see Calypso inside his cage, at his water dish.Calypso does not mind if the greys are on his cage, providing they don't prevent him from entering/exiting his cage when he wants to.
Monday, 3 January 2011
Boing
So far, one of Brian's favorite places to perch is his boing.
This is also where Daphne used to spend the majority of her time. Interesting, as they have such different personalities and many different perches to choose from.
This is also where Daphne used to spend the majority of her time. Interesting, as they have such different personalities and many different perches to choose from.
Attention-seekers
Yesterday, we were trying to watch football. With so many demanding parrots in the house, it's not always easy. This was one of the times when I thought how much easier life would be if we didn't have so many, but since they're all here to stay, no use thinking about that!
Rocky was on Thomas, either obstructing his view or demanding head pets:
Beeps was alternating between Thomas and me:
Stella would fly over whenever Thomas would adjust his knee so it was high like this. If she wanted to come over and his knee wasn't accommodating, she'd fly to my head and then the arm of the couch and demand head pets from me.
Rocky was on Thomas's chest and had to stick his head in the line of the picture.
Rocky was on Thomas, either obstructing his view or demanding head pets:
Beeps was alternating between Thomas and me:
Stella would fly over whenever Thomas would adjust his knee so it was high like this. If she wanted to come over and his knee wasn't accommodating, she'd fly to my head and then the arm of the couch and demand head pets from me.
Rocky was on Thomas's chest and had to stick his head in the line of the picture.
First days with Brian
Brian is so much more fun that I ever expected. I am so happy we brought him home! I was hoping not to get too attached as he will likely not live long due to his tumor; however, that ship has sailed. I'm smitten.
Over the weekend, I took him out and let him wander around the kitchen table. It was almost like an obstacle course since the table was filled with an old newspaper, the mail, and other things. He had a lot of fun exploring and jumping onto things. He is so incredibly curious and brave.
He'd been wandering around the table when he jumped up on Rocky's stick, even though a budgie-appropriate perch was right there:
I should have made a video of this; in process of turning around on the stick:
Later, he found the plastic container of parrot seed. My larger birds will sometimes go up to it and pretend to eat the seeds; I never thought a budgie would! In the picture, it just looks like he's posing next to it, but he was pecking at the container.
He then made it to the other side of the table and hopped up on the tissue box. This appears to be one of his favorite places to perch.
I am having a hard time believing that he wasn't allowed out of his cage for 10 years as he is incredibly brave and tame. But why would his former owners lie about that?
Brian didn't appear to know how to step up -- I'd kind of scoop him up -- but after a day or two, he picked it up. He does not like it when we leave him alone -- he wants to be in on the action.
The only real downside is my need to protect him from my other birds. He is so much smaller than they are, so I need to be very careful when they are out at the same time. Yesterday he was perching on my upper arm when Beeps jumped on to that same shoulder. I'm not sure what Beeps's intentions were -- he's not bird-aggressive, so it's entirely possible it was an accident -- but I quickly scooped Brian to safety. I'm sure we'll work out a system in the next few weeks as he definitely needs to be out of his cage a lot!
Thanks again to everyone who commented and encouraged me to bring him home. You guys were a deciding voice in this!
Over the weekend, I took him out and let him wander around the kitchen table. It was almost like an obstacle course since the table was filled with an old newspaper, the mail, and other things. He had a lot of fun exploring and jumping onto things. He is so incredibly curious and brave.
He'd been wandering around the table when he jumped up on Rocky's stick, even though a budgie-appropriate perch was right there:
I should have made a video of this; in process of turning around on the stick:
Later, he found the plastic container of parrot seed. My larger birds will sometimes go up to it and pretend to eat the seeds; I never thought a budgie would! In the picture, it just looks like he's posing next to it, but he was pecking at the container.
He then made it to the other side of the table and hopped up on the tissue box. This appears to be one of his favorite places to perch.
I am having a hard time believing that he wasn't allowed out of his cage for 10 years as he is incredibly brave and tame. But why would his former owners lie about that?Brian didn't appear to know how to step up -- I'd kind of scoop him up -- but after a day or two, he picked it up. He does not like it when we leave him alone -- he wants to be in on the action.
The only real downside is my need to protect him from my other birds. He is so much smaller than they are, so I need to be very careful when they are out at the same time. Yesterday he was perching on my upper arm when Beeps jumped on to that same shoulder. I'm not sure what Beeps's intentions were -- he's not bird-aggressive, so it's entirely possible it was an accident -- but I quickly scooped Brian to safety. I'm sure we'll work out a system in the next few weeks as he definitely needs to be out of his cage a lot!
Thanks again to everyone who commented and encouraged me to bring him home. You guys were a deciding voice in this!
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