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Our feathered friends, birdbrains, and wingnuts

Chee Chee.webp


This was my Chee-Chee many years ago. He was a Mitred Conure. He always sat on top of his cage like that, every day. Once in a great while he would fly around the house, but he did not bump into things, so we never had to do things to protect him, thankfully. This is a photo of a photo, so it is a bit out of focus, I guess.

I used to call him my Christmas bird, because of his being red & green.
 
Chickens I ate.
It wasn’t your fault :hug:

Chickens are amazing friends. It’s great that you loved them so much



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I had to eat friends I took care of but knowing what they were. I eventually accepted it only because I wanted them to be loved and be happy before the end. It felt like enough in most cases.

Have you thought about getting chickens again? :)
 
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Fun thread!! I am proud mother to my feather child, Luca; a ~10 month old budgie who I have had for 7 months :happy:

His favourite activities are:
-Flying circles around my head when I first let him out of his cage, and playing "chicken":chicken: by seeing how close he can fly past my face without me flinching
-Landing on top of my phone and sliding down the screen so that I almost accidentally video call people
-Sitting on my laptop keyboard while I'm typing (fortunately he isn't heavy enough to push the keys down)
-Trying to land on my dinner plate while I'm eating
-Standing on the bottom of his cage and flapping his wings really fast so it creates a windstorm that blows his seed husks all over my carpet

... it's a good thing that he's cute..:rolleyes:
 
You all make me miss my birds. My bird days are well past, sadly. But, I do have stories!

We used to have four Rhode Island Red chickens. They were wonderful egg layers. They had free range of the back yard. I named them Penny, Henny, and Buck, Buck...claiming that the last two were twins! :D:D The "twins" always made our friends stop and think...how do you get twins from one chicken egg? It was funny watching their faces. They would be quite confused. But not one of them ever question the legitimacy of my claim. :roflmao::roflmao::roflmao:

Anyway, the hens were very tame. One, Henny, used to come up to the doggie door that was off our country kitchen and she would push through it and come in the house. This brought her into the large area of the kitchen where normally a kitchen table and chairs would have been but we used the area for the very large parrot cage where our African Grey Parrot and Goffin Cockatoo lived. Being rambuctious birds, they always threw their seed around, trying to dig to the bottom of their dishes where the heavier, more tasty treats would settle. This caused seeds to land all over the linoleum floor. Somehow, Henny figured out that there was a vast supply of stray seeds on the other side of the doggie door. So, each day she would venture into the house and eat the seeds off the floor. Occasionally, she would then waddle over to the doggie bed which was against the kitchen wall, by the birds, and lay her daily egg.

On really hot summer days, we would turn on the swamp cooler...an evaporative cooler that blew air into the house. The pressure of the moving air through the house would cause the flap of the doggie door to rise, letting cool air escape. Henny discovered this one summer and she would stand outside the doggie door with her wings outstretched, letting the moving air flow onto her exposed chest and through her feathers. She was in chicken heaven, getting her cool-down in an unconventional way. :roflmao:
 
Pippin sits on my tablet and slides/falls down the screen to the keyboard.... then he jumps up and down on the keys. If I don't quickly put the tablet to sleep, Pippin ends up typing some interesting things, lol.

I'm not sure why, since he's 4 years old, but his cere has turned bright blue. It was always very pale (he's a fancy), with just the lightest barely there baby blue in the edges, but now it's BLUE. His feathers have darkened since he was a chick, which is normal, but the cere? I haven't seen that before in a senior budgie.

And Cicero, he's learned to imitate my laugh, which is weird and hilarious. And he loves spinach now, but he only eats the middle of the leaf, never the edge.
 

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