Our FeatheredKids
Aka Our Fids
We have a few birds. Of course, to some "a few" is three.
To me, "a few" is a wee bit more.
We have a few Quakers, Conures, Lovebirds, a Ringneck and one truly spoilt rotten Cockatoo..
I've had animals of some kind or another for as long as I've been alive. I've had the pleasure of growing up with cows, horses, a few goats, chickens, turkeys, ducks, dogs and the almost ever-present cat or three.
You might assume anyone living in a house with 'a few birds' would know how many, their names and what kind they are, or at least two out of the three. But you'd be wrong. My Dearest Signifigant Other (aka Wafwot) doesn't. Not that I fault him for it, but it's kinda funny seeing the look on his face when I mention it's a certain bird chirping or bitching and I get the "I dunno how the fuck you know who's making that noise" look.
Out of all our birds, I've had Honey, (Quaker Parrot), the longest of those that have not passed over the Rainbow Bridge. Of the fids I/we had given to us by my youngest brother, J. Everett, Pesto (Peachfaced Lovebird), was the first of that flock, then Homer (Nanday Conure), Lisa, passed away in 2006 (Nanday Conure), & Herman*.
With them, we also share the nest with Bosco, Tweak, Trixie (Quaker Parrots), Osiris Passed away in 2006 (Zebra Finch), Logan (Ringneck), Angel, (U2), Mollie Passed away in 2007, (Cockatiel), M.B. aka Baby, (Sun Conure), Bandit, (Nanday Conure), Oscar, (Peachfaced Lovebird) Felix Passed away in 2007, (Split Dutch Blue Lovebird) Remington aka Remi, (Peachfaced Lovebird) Magellan*, Elmo* and Gabriel* (Peachfaced Lovebirds, *Offspring of the late Sally & Paulie).
Bandits Story:
Written by Jim:
In April of 1999, Tina and I went to Petco
(a pet supermarket) in Mount Vernon, WA
for some more ZuPreem, seed, vitamins
and medications, toys, and a new cage for
Honey. Of course, being bird lovers, we
can't walk into a pet store without looking
at the birds. They had a nice pair or
Goffin's cockatoos, a female cockatiel, and
a variety of finches, canaries, and
lovebirds.
We inquired about Nanday conures, and we
were told that they don't get many in, as
conures are a noisy bird and they have a
difficult time selling them. The girl in
charge of the bird room at Petco (Autumn)
did tell us about a customer who bought a
Nanday for her young daughter, then lost
interest. Autumn gave us a brief history of
"Bandit" before She was sold, then told us
the customer was anxious to get rid of the
conure because She was noisy and required
too much attention. So, we gave Autumn
our number and told her to call the
customer to let her know we were
interested in the Nanday.
Two days later, I got a call at work from
the customer who invited me to come look
at "Paulie." Petco gives their birds names
before they're sold. The Nanday conure
from Petco was named Bandit, but when she
was sold, the customer (or her daughter)
renamed Bandit to Paulie. The movie was
cute -- Tina and I have a copy in our video
library -- but something about the name
just tweaks me.
Anyway, I took lunch from work and made
the 10 minute drive to see the conure.
When I walked into the house, Paulie was
squawking up a storm. She was in a
California cage which appeared to be kept
clean. I believe her squawking was due to
neglect, because as soon as we were all in
the spare room/small office where her cage
was, She was quiet and looking to be picked
up.
We agreed on a price, and I brought Paulie
back to work. I work at an Internet service
provider, and was able to keep her in the
office without a problem. She only squawked
at people wearing hats! Now, She's a
lovable bird who only squawks in the
morning before being uncovered, and when
I come home from work. *smile*
We renamed Paulie back to his original
name, Bandit, and the name fits her well.
Autumn at Petco told us She's about a year
old (hatched in March of 1998). She's really
a great bird -- a typical conure. She plays
on her cage or on her jungle gym most of
the day. She loves to hang upside-down
from her jungle gym, and talk into her
mirrors. She says "hello," "whatcha doin,"
"bandit," "Careful","what?" and a few profane words.
Tina and I once heard her say "C'mon you
fucking bird," which we can only assume she
picked up from his previous owner.
She has plenty of company with all the other
birds in the house, and gets plenty of
attention from her "human pets." She's
almost spoiled.



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