What? You Mean My Parrot Might Not Be That Into Me??

Recently, I have begun to draw parallels between rearing kids and fostering/raising parrots. I don't do this to minimize or marginalize parenthood. I am definitely still a parent and it is the hardest job ever. I love it almost 99% of the time! The same is true about parrot rescue and parrot ownership. Sadly we have all been led astray with the "fairy tale" version of bird ownership. You know the one...the bird instantly loves you, never poops on you, loves everyone it meets, never gets hormonal, never bites and has a vocabulary of 1000 words. Your neighbors never hear the bird or they think that his/her evening calls are like sweet music.  <queue the violins here for a crescendo> The bird lives sixty years and you both pass gently away together, ending the perfect bird/human relationship. WAKE UP!!! That just doesn't happen! Birds are unique creatures, each with their own personalities, strengths and weaknesses. Just like toddlers, they have good days and bad days. Recently my Jardines parrot has been in a "mood". I have been very busy, my mom was in the hospital, we had new parrots come into the rescue, my daughter had the nerve to sound like me (which got her bitten.) My son, Michael, happened to catch Jasmine biting me for the first time in years. He was shocked and offended! "You have fed her since she was a baby, you clean her cage, you take her outside, she gets to eat near the dinner table. She doesn't even realize how good she has it." I wish I could have recorded that, seriously. I stared at him a minute and I said, "everyone has a bad day once in awhile and Jasmine is just tired of me right now." He paused a minute, looked at me and said, "Your bird just isn't into you right now? Is that what you mean? That's kind of pathetic, mom. You and the birds are making me crazy." He strolled down the hall to the kitchen where he proceeded to eat the food that I had made and put out.

Jasmine my Amazing Jardines

Just as I don't take it personally when my teenagers/young adults say thoughtless things (with no malice intended); I try not to take it personally when one of the birds that live with me are having a bad day. The good Lord knows I have had plenty of them. Sometimes, just sometimes, I get tired of certain people too.

I have seen birds end up in rescue because their owners are convinced that the birds no longer "loves" them. This is so sad. All parrots and people go through seasons (hormonal and otherwise). Try to remember, it's not always personal. Your love-bug might have gotten up on the wrong side of the perch. Hormones may be raging through your bird that would make a teenager's hormones look tame. Sometimes birds are getting sick or having a physical problem that they are masking and their only communication option is to act like a jerk. If this has happened to you or you feel like it is happening, reach out to other bird people for help, ideas and encouragement! Don't give up! Even when it hard and all the birds are throwing their expensive, organic fruit and veggies on the floor like its the worst food ever (which two of mine are doing right this minute!) Start asking questions, watch for clues, because maybe it's just not about you.

Grumpy Old Men (or Cockatoos) as the Case may Be

This is Fancy. He came to me as a Foster/Adoption through my Avian vet's office. He is 21 years old and had lived with the same gentleman his entire life. This man loved Fancy (whom he thought was a female) very much and carried him everywhere. While this nice man was alive, life was perfect for Fancy. Unfortunately, this kind gentleman became ill and passed away. His wife gave Fancy to the vet. During the husband's illness Fancy injured a wing and shoulder and it wasn't properly cared for (not intentionally). Soon Fancy became lame. He was lame when I brought him home and had very little extension in his wing and shoulder. He also missed his human companion terribly. Once home with us, we began working with his wing and shoulder and he has a much larger range of motion, but he still will never really fly. He has a permanent bald spot on his chest and has naked little legs. Fancy can destroy Macaw toys and is one of the best destructo birds I have ever met! He has to be kept busy with lots of toys. Sometimes he is hilarious, others he is grumpy. I am grumpy occasionally myself so I feel his pain. LOL. Fancy is content with us, he may even be happy - I'm not sure. He is one of our birds that I hope just the right person comes along for. A patient person, with a lot of time to spend with him - someone who enjoys the Cockatoo crazy call during the morning meeting time and the evening flock time. Someone who finds his hide and seek game adorable. Until that time, he will be with us because I promised him when he came home with us that if we weren't right for him, he could stay with us until the right one came along. I meant that.

This toy on the right is the toy that Fancy killed in about 20 minutes the other day. It used to have Finger Traps on every rope piece and leather tied onto both ends of the Finger Traps. He went to work right after he went on the hanging stand and when he was done with it, he unhooked it and threw it on the floor. Then he looked at me as if to say, "my work here is done, where is my oatmeal?".

Yay it's Friday!! Wait, I Still Have to Work on the Weekend.

Yep, a central truth of birds in general is that they don't know the concept of weekend unless it just means a little more face time with you. I forgot that for a really short minute this morning while I was surveying the carnage in the bird room. I swept it last night before I covered them. This morning it was already decorated with pellet, toy parts, paper and water. I hadn't even uncovered them yet!!! How do they get this out from under their sheets?? I think it is a coordinated effort to remind me that wake up time is not to be ignored. They keep a close eye on the clock (their internal clock!). So, oatmeal, apple, banana and cinnamon is delivered and my Goffin's Lulu and the Half Moon Conure decided they weren't into that today, so they launched it out at me. Lovely. Trust me, you don't want to try and scrape off dried oatmeal from the floor or cage - Nearly Impossible! Am I only one who feels guilt over date night with the hubby? I feel like I come home and they all give me the stink eye. It's important to have time away from the critters though, for me and for them! Do you have any weekend stories about your birdies or the early alarm birdie call? Share them with us!

This is my Half Moon, Looney Mooney. One of the messiest birds I know!

Crazy is as Crazy Does

ARGHHHHHH!!! Whew! Got it out. Now back to the normalcy of life. or not. This morning is another morning of I wish I had gotten up an hour earlier. By the time everyone was uncovered, treated (with a nutriberry), told how amazing they were and then medicated, I was already behind. Then I brewed coffee in the Keurig without a K-cup inside so I got hot water and no coffee. Rinse, repeat - get real coffee. Cook long grain wild rice, veggies, cinnamon, oatmeal, pureed fruit and mix it all together. Get that delivered to the birds, while talking to my daughter who is headed out the door to her college classes. Still have to jump in the shower and get ready to take my mother to the doctor. Hmmm, how to also spritz the feather pullers??? Yep they are going in the shower with me to get lots of steam and kill two bi--- Yikes!!! Got a little carried away with the figurative language. I know I am running around like a wild woman and I feel like Kovak (cone head) African Gray is staring at me like I am really not all there. You know, that stare they have that makes you feel inferior. I can only imagine his mental dialogue. "Wow, Carole is totally out of control this morning. She hasn't even brushed her hair yet. I think those are the shorts she had on yesterday. The dog is still running around wearing his leash. She isn't even calling everyone by the right name. I prefer my name to be pronounced with a russian accent but all I've gotten today is KOOOvack in a very southern drawl. Hmphhh! Where are my veggies? Where? Oops, she didn't get to the phone in time. Here comes the cell phone call...wait for it, wait for it...yes! Now she can't find the cell phone. Ahhh, the amusement provided by the humans..they just can't seem to relax. Ummm, where is my rice?"

Well, must run friends - I am almost late to pick up my mom. Oops, where is my coffee??