Nina_W
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Today I went to Brainy Birds rescue center, to volunteer, to learn all about taking care of parrots, and hopefully, to meet a few parrots that I can consider for adoption.
I arrived at about 10:00, and was given a tour of the facility. They have several large outdoor aviaries, and many rooms where they keep cages. These rooms are sorted - smaller parrots, cockatoos (three large rooms!), african greys (two rooms), macaws, parrots that don't fit elsewhere well, and then away from the rest a hospital room and an isolation room for quarantine.
Many parrots were out and about on various stands, clambering about on ropes, beak wrestling or simply chattering away to whoever was nearest.
The lady who runs the rescue says she looks for two things before she suggests birds for someone to take a closer look at - the person must be capable of handling the bird, and the bird must show an interest in the person.
Then, I was swept up in cleaning cages, washing bowls, chopping up food, dishing out pellets, and meeting every single one of the little-over 200 birds in their care.
They have, as you might have guessed from the room listings, a lot of cockatoos, and a LOT of Congo African Grey parrots. Then, they have about five sun conures and several other conure species. Some ringnecks, some ecklectus (variously recovering from plucking), a whole flock of lovebirds and budgies, and a few amazon parrots. They have only one pionus parrot (a white front pionus).
I spent more time in the small parrot room, having beforehand ruled out large parrots like macaws, larger amazons and african greys as likely being a bit too much bird for me. I also did not particularly fancy the really tiny birds. But, of course, things happen. And in the small bird room, amongst the conures and the ringnecks, budgies and lovebirds, cockatiels and one galah cockatoo (that had been adopted very recently), was a bright eyed Timneh Grey, who watched and watched and watched me as I worked and chattered away at all the birds.
At some point the rescue-owner came in and must have noticed mr. Timneh watching me (I certainly had, it's quite different from the fear/indifference most of the other birds displayed), because she opened his cage door for him, and he hopped on to her hand, flapped himself on to the floor (he's clipped, but not harshly, he can pretty much fly, but with some effort), and came right up to me.
I offered him an almond, which he very happily took, clucked like a chicken, and munched away. Then I picked him up and we went and sat outside and played with a straw toy for ages. He learns super quickly, I was trading him nut pieces for bringing me a specific bit of straw and he caught on right away. At some point he walked up my arm, wiped his beak clean on my shoulder, and began preening my hair. It feels so lovely!
Then I offered him a nice rope arrangement to climb around on and went to finish up cleaning and feeding and watering. Later, he was happy to eat another nut from me, and for me to take him back to his cage.
He's not a young bird - they estimate around 30. He has a leg band so we should be able to find out his age that way. Also, I'm calling him 'he', but he has not been DNA tested. He may well be she.
I'm going to go visit him again next Monday, and likely a third time also to see how things go and for me to get to know him better. Hopefully he doesn't change his mind about me in the meantime. I'm more than a little bit in love - but this decision needs making with thought and heart, so it's good there are a few weeks to go yet.
There are other good choices, a much smaller green cheeked parakeet and a powder blue ringneck were also happy to meet me and happy to hang out - the potential for a bond is there, though it wasn't quite like with the grey.
What do you guys think? Time to go reading all about Timneh greys.
Enough talk. We need pictures! Here's little timneh grey on my hand, by the staw toy.
And here he is sitting on me.
He doesn't currently have a name, which is a bit sad. I'm wracking my brain for the right name.
I arrived at about 10:00, and was given a tour of the facility. They have several large outdoor aviaries, and many rooms where they keep cages. These rooms are sorted - smaller parrots, cockatoos (three large rooms!), african greys (two rooms), macaws, parrots that don't fit elsewhere well, and then away from the rest a hospital room and an isolation room for quarantine.
Many parrots were out and about on various stands, clambering about on ropes, beak wrestling or simply chattering away to whoever was nearest.
The lady who runs the rescue says she looks for two things before she suggests birds for someone to take a closer look at - the person must be capable of handling the bird, and the bird must show an interest in the person.
Then, I was swept up in cleaning cages, washing bowls, chopping up food, dishing out pellets, and meeting every single one of the little-over 200 birds in their care.
They have, as you might have guessed from the room listings, a lot of cockatoos, and a LOT of Congo African Grey parrots. Then, they have about five sun conures and several other conure species. Some ringnecks, some ecklectus (variously recovering from plucking), a whole flock of lovebirds and budgies, and a few amazon parrots. They have only one pionus parrot (a white front pionus).
I spent more time in the small parrot room, having beforehand ruled out large parrots like macaws, larger amazons and african greys as likely being a bit too much bird for me. I also did not particularly fancy the really tiny birds. But, of course, things happen. And in the small bird room, amongst the conures and the ringnecks, budgies and lovebirds, cockatiels and one galah cockatoo (that had been adopted very recently), was a bright eyed Timneh Grey, who watched and watched and watched me as I worked and chattered away at all the birds.
At some point the rescue-owner came in and must have noticed mr. Timneh watching me (I certainly had, it's quite different from the fear/indifference most of the other birds displayed), because she opened his cage door for him, and he hopped on to her hand, flapped himself on to the floor (he's clipped, but not harshly, he can pretty much fly, but with some effort), and came right up to me.
I offered him an almond, which he very happily took, clucked like a chicken, and munched away. Then I picked him up and we went and sat outside and played with a straw toy for ages. He learns super quickly, I was trading him nut pieces for bringing me a specific bit of straw and he caught on right away. At some point he walked up my arm, wiped his beak clean on my shoulder, and began preening my hair. It feels so lovely!
Then I offered him a nice rope arrangement to climb around on and went to finish up cleaning and feeding and watering. Later, he was happy to eat another nut from me, and for me to take him back to his cage.
He's not a young bird - they estimate around 30. He has a leg band so we should be able to find out his age that way. Also, I'm calling him 'he', but he has not been DNA tested. He may well be she.
I'm going to go visit him again next Monday, and likely a third time also to see how things go and for me to get to know him better. Hopefully he doesn't change his mind about me in the meantime. I'm more than a little bit in love - but this decision needs making with thought and heart, so it's good there are a few weeks to go yet.
There are other good choices, a much smaller green cheeked parakeet and a powder blue ringneck were also happy to meet me and happy to hang out - the potential for a bond is there, though it wasn't quite like with the grey.
What do you guys think? Time to go reading all about Timneh greys.
Enough talk. We need pictures! Here's little timneh grey on my hand, by the staw toy.
And here he is sitting on me.
He doesn't currently have a name, which is a bit sad. I'm wracking my brain for the right name.