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A Little Bird Talk

Friday, December 18, 2009

My friend, Cindy Senior (DAYHIKER), just inspired me to write about my incredible and adorable and sometimes trying birds. There's so much to say; where do I begin?

Our birds are 5 years old. My husband saw a Quaker Parrot at a local petstore, and suddenly decided he wanted a bird. I told him that I don't like birds. Like anything he wants, he talked about it day and night. I have a cousin in Michigan who breeds Blue Hyacinth Macaws, so I gave him a call to inquire about bird ownership. He recommended, since we wanted a bird that talks, either a Double-Yellow Headed Amazon, or an African Grey. So we started reading everything we could get our hands on to learn about them, and to help make a decision as to whether we really wanted one or could handle one. Bryce wanted the African Grey, I was swinging toward the Amazon.

So... we went to the Aviary when they had babies. Oh, wonderful! They had one of each! That would give us a chance to handle and compare each of them. We came home with both. Oh, no. They told us they could live in the same cage. NOT. That only lasted a short time. They're both Parrots, but they're different kinds of parrots. So they squabbled and we didn't want anyone to get hurt, so we bought another cage. The both have big cages, which is really important. Then we bought a playstand for them to eat and play on. Then we bought one of those playstands that looks kind of like a tree. Then we bought them toys, which they can destroy in a day. (Did I mention that these are my daughter's only inheritance, because after owning and caring for the birds, we will never have another dime to our name?).

After watching the birds play, while we were still trying to come up with names that we both agreed on, we thought that the Amazon looked and acted like a little girl, and the African Grey, who was always hanging upside down and was a little ham, looked and acted like a boy. So, even before the DNA testing, we gave them their names. Cozumel (Cozzie for short) for the Amazon and Montego (Tigger for short) for the African Grey. DNA results confirmed what we already new. Cozzie's a female, and Tigger's a male.

Cozzie started talking within the first two weeks. Tigger did not start talking until he was a year old, which is normal for African Greys. After less than two years, we counted all the words that they said, and it was well over 100 words each.

Cozzie is a little sweetie, very gentle and tidy. She eats over her bowl so all the scraps fall into her bowl. She chews up toys at a slower pace than Tigger. When she talks, she kind of has that "canned noise" quality to her tone. She's a momma's girl through and through.

Tigger is a little wild boy. He's a climber, curious, adventuresome, and can take a toy apart faster than lightening speed. He prefers to dismantle toys rather than destroy them. If you ever get a knot in your shoe, send it down. There's no knot that Tigger can't untie! Tigger is not a cleanly eater. He loves to rummage through the bowl and fling anything he's not interested in. Because of this, I started saying "Tigger's a pig" every time I walked past his cage. He is very proud of the fact that he's a pig, and often tells us that he's a pig. One night my husband was doing the daily sweeping around Tigger's cage, and my husband said to me "Say it Momma". So I said "Tigger's a pig" and Tigger said "Thank you!".

One of our funniest stories, albeit a little traumatic, was one time when Tigger was screaming. Wh isolate the birds when they're needing "time out" and we call it "going to jail". They are moved to a travel cage in the guest bedroom for a few minutes. This usually does the trick, because birds like to be with their flock. Anyway, Bryce told Tigger if he didn't stop screaming, he was going to have to go to jail. We had company, and Tigger was compelled to keep the spotlight on himself, so he kept screaming. Bryce went to get him out of his cage and Tigger nailed him, which didn't make Bryce too happy. Bryce kept chasing him around his cage, to no avail. All the books we read said to never back down. So, for the first time ever, Bryce tried to follow advice he'd read which said to get a perch stick and force them to step up onto it if they're trying to bite. So Bryce was chasing him around his cage with the stick. That was the traumatic part. Tigger was scared to death and was screaming his head off, flitting all over the place. I asked Bryce to stop, but he felt that he must remain (remain????) in control. Bryce was yelling "Come on! Come on!" Right about then, Tigger back into a corner, ruffled his feathers in preparation to do battle, and yelled back "Come on!". I started laughing hysterically and said "It sounds like a bar room brawl!". All tension went out the window. Oh, and it merits noting that Tigger won the fight and remained in his cage.

Both birds sing the entire "Happy Birthday" song, only they sing "Happy Bird Day". They also sing the chorus from "We Wish You a Merry Christmas".

When we leave for work in the morning, they say "Gotta go to work. Buh-bye. Love you." (This is said in southern accent, mimicking Bryce by Tigger.) When we come in after work Tigger says "Daddy's home!" and Cozzie says "Hi birdies!".

Tigger imitates people's voices to a tee. He also makes the beep of the answering machine, a different beep from the microwave, and the sound of a can of coke opening. You know when you stick out your tongue and go "plllbbbbttt"? He does that, too. I can't figure out how he does that without lips!

Well, I think this is good enough for Chapter One. Someday I'll write more about some of their crazy antics. I hope you've enjoyed this!

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CINDYHOUGHTON 12/20/2009 4:54PM

    My brother and sister-in-law raise African Greyas and a lot of others. One night she went to the bathroom which was right next to where they then housed the birds. My brother was sound asleep and she had her pants down when she heard,"Do you want to go outside?" in a hushed whisper just outside the bathroom door. She was terrified knowing she couldn't reach my brother. After some time, she finally realised it was one of the birds. One of their workers would ask that question when she needed a smoke! We have chuckled over that one for years!

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DARLENA3 12/19/2009 9:07PM

    Too cute, thanks for sharing!

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GOGOMYA 12/18/2009 8:11PM

    That was such a treat! What characters you have! I look forward to hearing oops reading the next story. I think I've given you a voice lol. But I liked reading about your birdies, it was learning something new about you! : ) I hope all is going well over the holiday season. I know it can be pretty tough to stay focused. I've been teetering myself.

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HIDDENBELLA 12/18/2009 7:20PM

    What a great blog. It made me want some birds (all but the expense part)
We just got back from a vacation and picked up the puppies from the babysitter and I'm telling you, I was SO happy to see them. These pets somehow find a way to work their way into our lives and become part of the family. Life is meant to be shared with furry or feathered companions. :o)

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LITTLEFARMMOMMA 12/18/2009 3:51PM

    Cindy, you have no idea how much I needed to laugh right now. You are a GIFT and a BLESSING! I loved your blog!

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DAYHIKER 12/18/2009 3:02PM

    Oh, thanks for posting this, Cindy!! I laughed and laughed! They are so funny! And, boy, can they go through the toys! Ei yi yi!! For Scooter we get various sizes of untreated pine which I drill and Wayne cuts into shapes for me then I color them with cake icing dye and string them in various ways on various things. Scooter also loves knots and puzzles. She's really good for a macaw and thinks that "Brat" is surely a term of endearment. emoticon The Quakers are easier to make toys for because they last a LOT longer.

Neither of my boys cares much about the birds. In fact I sometimes threaten to leave the "Can Opener" (Jerry's name for her) to my older son when he's teasing me. His retort is "Crock pot!." Rotten kid. emoticon Wayne's oldest grandson (16) handles her really well so if we can keep her until he has a place of his own he would probably take her. At our age if someone came by who fell in love with her and it was mutual she might have a new home. Hard to think about though.

Looking forward to another fun post!
emoticon Cindy Senior

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