You know, if you have been reading this blog for a while, that I do not need anything else to do with my time. Writing, tending my flock, walking the dog, and making a dent in the dirty house I live in consume pretty much my allotted 24/7. Yet I can still find time to hook up someone looking for a companion bird or help someone rehome a bird for any reason.
It’s totally payback for all the wonderful birds that have come my way. My mind is ever racing when I see birds in stores or hear about them at a breeder’s place. For instance, someone contacted me through the bird club’s email to ask if I had or knew someone with white-faced gray cockatiels for sale. I did not, but when I went to pick up Tron, my adorable sun conure, I saw that Brandon had exactly that color of tiels. With his permission, I gave his number to the seeker and I hope they were able to work something out.
I handfed three lovebirds, my favorite violet mutation peach-face lovies, and got a call from someone looking for three birds for young people. Always glad to encourage the spark of aviculture in youngsters, I named a low price and a week later delivered them at the club meeting. I declined to take the money, however, because I hadn’t worked with the chicks and lovebirds have a tendency to go wild pretty quickly. I’ll wait until the birds have gone to different homes and the young person involved had a chance to work with them. If they are happy, then I will collect my payment.
Again through the bird club email, someone had suffered the death of one of her parakeets, leaving the other sad and grieving. She wanted to rehome the remaining keet. I said I would ask my contacts, but then through Facebook, a friend asked if I knew of anyone with a budgie available. Her friend had gone through the same thing, lost one bird of a pair, and wanted a new companion for her remaining bird. I never question why people do this, either keep the bird and get another or find a new home for the survivor. I exchanged information with the two parties and a perfect match was made.
Just like real life, these things don’t always work out. A member contacted me with information on a man needing to rehome his Molucan Cockatoo. No information on sex of the bird, age, rehoming fee, what would be coming with the bird, whatever. I passed his phone number on to my friends who had lost their lorikeet, Bella, who had been with them for 10 years. They were looking for a bigger bird that might live longer. When I followed up with them, it turned out the man was describing the Mollucan as psycho and they decided the bird needed someone with more bird experience than they had.
My next referral on the too was a friend who has lots of bird experience and has been a friend in the aviculture interests since I got involved. She had a great Yahoo group called Bird Fun and Friends. Long before Facebook, for sure. I sent her a text: “Are you interested in a psycho cockatoo?” Her immediate response was “YES”. Then she wanted me to explain psycho. With cockatoos, either the bird was abused by a former owner, or lost a former owner it was bonded to, or the bird just didn’t like the guy. They aren’t that complicated. I haven’t checked back with her to see if she adopted the bird.
I also check Craigslist for birds that are up for rehoming. I ignore the hand fed babies because, like with kittens and puppies in shelters, they will find homes easily. But someone had a lutino Indian Ringneck parrot, supposedly a sweet boy who comes with lots of goodies and a nice cage. I sent the info to the couple who had lost Bella and my fingers are crossed. That would be a great match for them, even with a steep price tag.
I know more birds will come my way that need homes and more people will come to me looking for just the right companion for their lives. While not perfect and not certified, I am willing to put some effort into making the connections. After all, no one should go through life without a sweet bundle of feathers to call their own.
Thanks for reading, I’ll be back next Sunday.