That cat will definitely starve to death.
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Anyone want two parakeets? Green and a white one. Even though they’re god awful noisy dirty critters, they sure do look purdy. $20 for the birds, cage, food, toys and other stuff. (I might even consider paying more. 
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)I feel that way about El Birdo when she gets all skwawky.Anyone want two parakeets? Green and a white one. Even though they’re god awful noisy dirty critters, they sure do look purdy. $20 for the birds, cage, food, toys and other stuff. (I might even consider paying more.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
My son Josh when he was only about 3 years old with two of our cockatiels
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I cant even watch... say sorry. My Pepperbird. My peppino. Spoke in my voice. My husbands voice. Spoke in the guy that had her before voice. Spoke Italian for some reason. Did not sound like a bird. at all.
I used to take her outside (clipped) and put her in the bush next to me... Don't ya know she would see someone coming up the street. As soon as they got near she would wolf whistle and say .. hi there. all sexy like.
In My Voice. No kiddin. They would just look at me weird and say hi back.
Had whole phone conversations with herself, beginning with the ringing of the phone that she made..
Intelligent? Oh yes.
African Grey. yup. My Pep would have the dogs sit in front of her at attention waiting for a treat using my voice. ehh.
miss her.
I cant even watch... say sorry. My Pepperbird. My peppino. Spoke in my voice. My husbands voice. Spoke in the guy that had her before voice. Spoke Italian for some reason. Did not sound like a bird. at all.
I used to take her outside (clipped) and put her in the bush next to me... Don't ya know she would see someone coming up the street. As soon as they got near she would wolf whistle and say .. hi there. all sexy like.
In My Voice. No kiddin. They would just look at me weird and say hi back.
Had whole phone conversations with herself, beginning with the ringing of the phone that she made..
Intelligent? Oh yes.
African Grey. yup. My Pep would have the dogs sit in front of her at attention waiting for a treat using my voice. ehh.
miss her.
My Stupid Bird (new name for her) decided to make a jail break when I was giving her water yesterday. Squeezed right past my hand, through the cage doorway, and right into the living room, where she landed on Lulu's head, tweaked her ear, and then screamed at me. Poor Lulu looked shocked, but she lay very still until I got close enough to nab Stupid Bird. She was very docile on the way to the cage, but now she laughs at me whenever I walk through the dining room. Stupid bird.
This is not Stupid Bird (google pic), but this is exactly what she looks like when she stares at me now. I think she's plotting to kill me.
This is not Stupid Bird (google pic), but this is exactly what she looks like when she stares at me now. I think she's plotting to kill me.
Sounds pretty clever to me. LOL! She's a beauty.
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
This is a male budgie (note the blue cere) - are you sure your Stupid Bird is not really a boy?
I did that with my first cockatiel, and I think I might be doing it with the one we have now. We call them "she" but due to the bright Orange cheeks, she might be a he.
I just won a book from Librarything, The Birds of Pandemonium --
"Each morning at first light, Michele Raffin steps outside into the bewitching bird music that heralds another day at Pandemonium Aviaries. A full symphony that swells from the most vocal of more than 350 avian throats representing more than 40 species. “It knocks me out, every day,” she says.
Pandemonium, the home and bird sanctuary that Raffin shares with some of the world’s most remarkable birds, is a conservation organization dedicated to saving and breeding birds at the edge of extinction, with the goal of eventually releasing them into the wild. In The Birds of Pandemonium, she lets us into her world--and theirs. Birds fall in love, mourn, rejoice, and sacrifice; they have a sense of humor, invent, plot, and cope. They can teach us volumes about the interrelationships of humans and animals.
Their amazing stories make up the heart of this book. There’s Sweetie, a tiny quail with an outsize personality; the inspiring Oscar, a disabled Lady Gouldian finch who can’t fly but finds a brilliant way to climb to the highest perches of his aviary to roost. The ecstatic reunion of a disabled Victoria crowned pigeon, Wing, and her brother, Coffee, is as wondrous as the silent kinship that develops between Amadeus, a one-legged turaco, and an autistic young visitor.
As we come to know the individual birds, we also come to understand how much is at stake for many of these species. One of the aviary’s greatest success stories is breeding the gorgeous green-naped pheasant pigeon, whose home in the New Guinea rainforest is being decimated. Thanks to efforts at Pandemonium, these birds may not share the same fate as the now-extinct dodo.
The Birds of Pandemonium is about one woman’s crusade to save precious lives, and it offers rare insights into how following a passion can transform not only oneself but also the world."
"Each morning at first light, Michele Raffin steps outside into the bewitching bird music that heralds another day at Pandemonium Aviaries. A full symphony that swells from the most vocal of more than 350 avian throats representing more than 40 species. “It knocks me out, every day,” she says.
Pandemonium, the home and bird sanctuary that Raffin shares with some of the world’s most remarkable birds, is a conservation organization dedicated to saving and breeding birds at the edge of extinction, with the goal of eventually releasing them into the wild. In The Birds of Pandemonium, she lets us into her world--and theirs. Birds fall in love, mourn, rejoice, and sacrifice; they have a sense of humor, invent, plot, and cope. They can teach us volumes about the interrelationships of humans and animals.
Their amazing stories make up the heart of this book. There’s Sweetie, a tiny quail with an outsize personality; the inspiring Oscar, a disabled Lady Gouldian finch who can’t fly but finds a brilliant way to climb to the highest perches of his aviary to roost. The ecstatic reunion of a disabled Victoria crowned pigeon, Wing, and her brother, Coffee, is as wondrous as the silent kinship that develops between Amadeus, a one-legged turaco, and an autistic young visitor.
As we come to know the individual birds, we also come to understand how much is at stake for many of these species. One of the aviary’s greatest success stories is breeding the gorgeous green-naped pheasant pigeon, whose home in the New Guinea rainforest is being decimated. Thanks to efforts at Pandemonium, these birds may not share the same fate as the now-extinct dodo.
The Birds of Pandemonium is about one woman’s crusade to save precious lives, and it offers rare insights into how following a passion can transform not only oneself but also the world."
Not sure at all--lol. My son insists Stupid is a boy, so maybe he's rightThis is a male budgie (note the blue cere) - are you sure your Stupid Bird is not really a boy?
I'll be picking that up.
A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said, ‘Jesus knows you’re here.’ He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze. When he heard nothing more, after a bit, he shook his head and continued. Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard a voice....say, ‘Jesus is watching you.’
Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice. Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. ‘Did you say that?’ he hissed at the parrot.
‘Yep’, the parrot confessed, then squawked, ‘I’m just trying to warn you that he is watching you.’
The burglar relaxed. ‘Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you?’
‘I'm Moses.’ replied the bird.
‘Moses?’ the burglar laughed. ‘What kind of people would name a bird Moses?’
‘The same kind of people that would name their Rottweiler Jesus.’
