You’ve doubtless heard the adage of not naming animals because then you have to keep them. For the most part, that’s true and applies to baby parrots as well. The problem is, in hand feeding, I have to record the weight of the chick every morning. I need a way to reference the birds as individuals to keep the record straight. Continue reading
Often when I talk about my birds and the fun I have with them, I get those people who think I am a horrible person. Birds, they tell me, belong out in the wild, able to fly and mate and raise young. I gently withdraw from talking to those people. We can’t even agree to disagree. They are just, plain wrong. Continue reading
I warned you about the eggs puns. I can’t help it. They just roll out of my brain. There’s no hope for me now. Too many years of wordplay, encouraged by my husband and many friends. Continue reading
My bird club, North County Aviculturists, has been around for going on thirty years. Many of the members currently are older, retired, and facing the realization that they need to rehome or find a way to care for their birds in the event of their death. We’re not attracting many young members. The same core of people volunteers and take on all the offices and positions over and over again.
Quite often, little bits of my life with parrots would be interesting to share, but no one thing will cover an entire blog post. Sometimes I can link together things that are on the same topic, but not that often. So today’s post is a potpourri of bird fun. Continue reading
Every person who shares a home with any hookbill companion knows these creatures have a split personality. Some may hide the evil side for months at a time. But they all have that little devil urging them to be bad. Continue reading
To answer the first question you must have, no, there is no pun involving egg that I will refuse to stoop to. Just get over that and we’ll continue. Ready? Continue reading