The Lonely Life of an Expectant Avian Dad

Spring may still be weeks away, but in southern California, the birds don’t care. They are building nests, laying eggs, and raising babies. I couldn’t be happier about it all. But in a few species where the hen goes into the nest box and isn’t seen until the chicks need feeding. In fact, she needs time in the dark nest box to get in the mood to lay the eggs. The male bird hangs around the cage looking lonely and wishing this whole thing was over so he could have his mate’s companionship again. (I know, that’s a totally anthropomorphic view of the situation, indulge me.) Continue reading “The Lonely Life of an Expectant Avian Dad”


Feeding Birds Fresh Foods

I have long lamented that I don’t have time to give my flock fresh fruits and vegetables more than once every two weeks or so. A seed diet isn’t the best, but time was not on my side. The outside birds benefit from the foraging I do in the yard, getting grass, dandelions, and fruit from the trees. I had firmly fixed in my mind that I couldn’t really feed the inside birds fruits and veggies unless I included a grain like quinoa or barley, or a soak and cook mix just for birds. Continue reading “Feeding Birds Fresh Foods”

Nests and Things

Another breeding season is upon us and I have hesitantly set up nest boxes in the outside aviaries. We aren’t even done with January and already it’s been a bad year at Windrose Aviaries. Much can be laid at my door due to not keeping the area clean and rodent free, and in one case using too small of a nest box. Still, some of it is bad luck and the forces of nature. Continue reading “Nests and Things”

Thankful for My Flock

This is the last blog before Thanksgiving and I want to share with you how thankful I am for the birds with whom I share my days. Over the years as I became more involved in aviculture and my flock grew, I experienced amazing fun things, like a group of a dozen lovebirds flying over my head, some brave enough to land on me, in my living room. These birds also liked to ride on the ceiling fan. We never have it on when any of the birds are out, but these little clowns would land on the blades and flap their wings until it started to move, slowly. Continue reading “Thankful for My Flock”