I blame Facebook for my love of Indian Ringneck parakeets. Seriously, I love the little guy who loves his bunnies and the one who plays peekaboo and the one who likes to put a ball in a cup and carry it around. I can watch those videos over and over, which is good because people who know I love birds send me every bird video out there. Over and over and over.
I jumped at the chance to get an IRP, a beauty we named Wraith. Even though that bird turned out to be a boy, not a girl, we still loved him and his amazing color (gray!). So we then wanted a female to pair with him. Orion was supposed to be a boy. Surprise! At two years old, no ring appeared on her neck and she became Oriana.
My luck at the time held out when I put the two of them together and they did not kill each other. In fact, with the introduction of the nest box, they started the usual behavior of mated birds. Soon, three beautiful eggs showed up in the nest box and I stopped checking it. A week after the time the chicks should have hatched, I did check, fearful of finding Oriana dead, but she was fine. The eggs, however, were infertile.
Another year passed with these two being cuddly and sweet. Once more the nest box was rearranged and Oriana disappeared into it. Then, during a very rainy period, something happened to Wraith. He was no longer in the cage. I thought, at first, someone had taken him. Then I saw where some plastic ties had been chewed off a flap on the cage, which could easily be lifted to let him out.
I never saw Wraith again and gave Oriana extra time on the nest because I desperately wanted those eggs to hatch. My luck was not good. Once more, the eggs were infertile. I had to decide if I wanted to rehome Oriana or find a new male.
Then a very good friend offered me his male IRP, Charlie. We went to get him and it was love at first sight. Charlie is a beautiful blue, a sweet baby who loves people, and a little clown who tries to offer me whatever is in his cage. Peanuts, chewed wood blocks, wilted broccoli, all have been picked up then presented with a bow and leaning back, a bow, and leaning back. Of course, he hasn’t done this at any time I had my camera out.
Oriana wants nothing to do with him. I moved the finches out of the cage that runs alongside her cage so Charlie could be next to her but still safe. If he comes to the side of the cage where she is, she tries to attack him through the wire. She screams at him regularly (sorry, neighbors!) obviously has threatened him with dire bodily harm in the language of parrots.
I can’t believe she isn’t madly in love with him. He’s beautiful, funny, charming, and such a good catch. What more could a female ringneck want? Maybe the nano level features of his feathers aren’t what she likes. Is she not getting the sexual readiness feedback from his looks?
My next plan is to get Aviagra (yes, it does exist) and apply that liberally to Oriana’s food. And get them together somehow. Or maybe find an artificial insemination kit for parrots. All this because I want to hand feed IRP chicks. I may have to give up that dream and just love the adult birds I have.
Thanks for reading, I’ll be back next Sunday.