It is with a happy heart that I can now say this: Vi CONSISTENTLY steps up! I waited two weeks to make sure, but it’s official: she is cage-bound no more! We made our goal of July! A little late, but better than never!
When she’s in her cage, it’s her terms; she’s made it clear that her cage is her safe zone, and I need to respect that until she’s more comfortable.
But. She scampers out almost the moment I visit her. Once she climbs out, be it on top of her cage or the floor, she is more than happy to join me. 🙂
Bonus: She STILL hasn’t bitten me.
Extra bonus: she did EXCELLENT at the vet (Dr. LB complimented her gentle temperament)
…Birds eat a ton, actually; the old idea that people who “eat like a bird” eat next to nothing is odd. And they fling it everywhere, but I will be omitting that portion.
Today, I resolve to eat more like my birds–when I give them healthy snacks (carrots, raspberries, strawberries), I need to eat some, too. Seriously… time to start making healthy snacks for BOTH fids and myself, rather than just my flock.
Tippy spends most of his days trying to woo Winston, our English budgie. She is a strong, independent woman who needs no man, though, so his efforts fall flat (we were THRILLED when they were sitting side-by-side the other day). Hubby and I have been going back and forth over whether to get him a friend who wants the least bit to do with him, but the reality is, we have five birds. And though we love them, it still feels like a lot.
So, I’m endeavoring to win his affections; since she constantly rejects him, maybe he’ll open up to me with a little extra TLC?
The biggest issue with Tipton is that it can’t be forced; he has to want the attention, or it backfires.
I’ve started walking around with him on my shoulder in the morning when he’s so excited to not be alone after the evening he starts his little clicking affection noises. Murmuring sweet nothings; giving him kisses. I’ll do this until he starts getting into a snit and his happy clicks begin to turn into angry chitterings; initially, I’d have about thirty seconds before he realized he was betraying Winston, but a week of this later, he’ll coo at me for about five minutes before he realizes I’m not a bird.
Sometimes, just hanging out around your parrots and eating things will tell you all you need to know about what really matters to them.
“I got pizza love… (I got pizza love!) / I can’t stop / I just have to chew / when I see that cheesy goo-oo-oo / I can’t stop! And I think I’ll cry-aye-aye / if I find some onions on my pizza / pizza pie-aye-aye…”
Obnoxious fifth grade concert songs aside, it looks like pizza crust is the key to Vi’s heart. And Louie’s, which is why he is my featured image–I hope to, through pizza, someday win Vi’s ultimate trust so I can do with her as I do with Lou. ❤
I decided to enjoy my dinner in the basement with Viola, and as I watched Nurse Jackie (our latest addiction), Vi crawled down from her perch, stared at me long and hard from the bottom of her cage for about ten minutes as I dined, then climbed down onto the floor, waddled over to me, and stepped up in order to eat her pizza crust.
She nommed it contentedly while sitting upon my hand, garbling in parrot-speak to me.
And here I thought we’d stopped making progress. So glad I didn’t push her!
I should take bets on how long it’ll be before she’ll step up without bribery and solely because she wants to be with me. I give it until Mid-July, personally.
If I’m right, I’m taking myself out to my favorite restaurant. =)
Collecting birds is kind of like eating chips. One simply isn’t enough. Nor is two… or three… or five.
Five? Five is enough, unless you want to dedicate your entire life to maintenance and clean-up. Which I don’t. Only most of my day. 😉
Ours started with a budgie. Meet Roosevelt Polk Kennedy: the lead domino in a series of (mostly) fortunate events:
My then-fiance/now-husband sneezed up a storm when exposed to fur of any kind. He wasn’t a “pet person”, but I was, and our house was just a little too quiet.
And I was getting tired of loving on my electronic “Petz!” dog, especially after I let that pretty much ruin my marriage proposal (sort of). But that’s a story for another day.
One accidental trip by a Bird Store followed by the discovery that he isn’t even mildly allergic to a feathery flock, and I put my foot down: we were getting a bird.
And now we have five. Oh my.
It’s never an instantaneous process, and we have definitely made some mistakes. Big ones–but we’re still learning, and our mistakes will be our guide. This blog will cover a variety of avian subjects, such as “Why is owning a cockatoo really hard?” and “Okay, so you successfully hand-fed a baby bird–that was a bad idea, wasn’t it?”