I have a collection of little things that have happened that amuse me but not enough to write an entire blog about, so here they are in no particular order. Happy June!
In southern California, we get a wonderful (place sarcasm here) weather condition which is called May Gray and June Gloom. Mornings are clouded in, cool, sometimes drizzly, and make me want to stay in bed. Afternoons are sunny, warm, up into the 80s on occasions. My new Inca doves are in the cage that used to hold my parakeets. (I sent them to a good home, no worries there) I have a tarp that I wrap around the front of the cage to keep out drafts and wet weather. I have developed a routine of closing things up in the evenings as the sun goes down and the cool starts up again. But if I am going to be gone for many hours, I have to make the decision on uncovering early or hoping they don’t get overheated if I leave them covered. While I don’t look forward to the high temps in summer, I certainly will welcome clear mornings that take the guesswork out of this situation.
I continue to be amazed at the individual personalities apparent in the chicks as early as 2 weeks old. The crowd of two cockatiels, one lovebird, and five parakeets showed differences between ages, breeds, and how much they were handled. The parakeets and the lovebird tried to snuggle under the larger cockatiels as if those were their parents. The tiels didn’t mind much, they got that much more warmth. I will be getting the baby parakeets back and can’t wait to see how much they have changed.
I have two more cockatiel chicks that I waited to pull until they were three weeks old. Instead of the usual two feedings before they adjusted to being hand fed, these two hiss at me to this day. But they do take the feedings regularly. In fact, they are so anxious to eat that whichever one isn’t feeding will start moving their beak against my rings in hopes of starting the flow. The younger of the two is quieter, so I feed the older one first to stop the racket. The older one, a lutino, stops after about half a syringe full. The younger, a pied pearl, will finish that syringe and another whole one. Then the lutino may take a little more. That one is doing a lot of wing flapping and with the cut back on feeding, will be flying soon.
I have the potential for more lovebirds as the breeders have around 5 eggs in their food dish/next box. I tried to give them a break, but some birds just can’t help themselves.
I’ve mentioned that our foster bird, Chessie, can scream almost as much as Maynard. She’s a blue crown conure, he’s a double yellow Amazon. Maynard is easy to distract; sometimes all I have to do is sit at my computer to reassure him I am not leaving. Or I give him a clear plastic lid from my yogurt container to chew up. Chessie, however, isn’t that bonded to me and is longing for her owner, Matt, to be with her. So she chatters away in hopes of hearing his familiar voice.
Bobo the African Gray with no toes likes to get her friend Io, the blind African Gray, to start whistling and singing and making noise. Then she starts to repeat whatever noise he makes. Io’s whistles can be high and sharp, but he’s so quiet most of the time we don’t begrudge him that outlet. He and Bo will do their thing for an hour or so in the evenings, and that’s about it. Chessie doesn’t even try to outdo them. They’re too easy to talk over for her consideration.
Bigger Cage, Bigger Boxes
I’ve been having fun removing a lot of the dirty cages from the bird room and replacing them with clean ones. This worked because I had one clean cage in storage. That went to the cockatiels, their cage went to the green cheeks, and their cage went to the orange front conures. The cage the orange fronts were in was a bit on the small side and not much fun to move around or put food and water into. Now in the bigger cage, I took a box almost as large as the cage floor, added brown packing paper, and put it in the cage.
Dani, the female orange front, loves boxes and brown paper. She jumped right into it. She’s my splayed legged sweetie that hangs around the sides of the cages. Sunny, her mate, sits next to her on the bottom of the cage at night. My husband came home several hours later and looked into the cage. He was not happy. Dani had dropped into the box, but due to her disability, she could not get back out. He reached in and helped her out and told me the problem.
Luckily I just had to put the box on its side to make it easy to get out of. It will take a while for Dani to trust the box again, but for now, she is happy to sit on the top of the box. I’ve watched her drink and eat from the new containers so it seems she has adjusted nicely to her new open spaces.
Thanks for reading. I have a lot of fun with my flock and love to write about them, too. I’ll be back on Sunday.