Hello, I'm brand new to the parrot world!

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Yes they come with DNA sexing. I intend to do lots of clicker and reward based training with her. I am familiar with the basics of clicker training from experience with dogs. But I know she is going to be very different. And no offence to my dogs, she is going to be much more intelligent than them I assume.
 
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Hi everyone. I just thought I'd share with you a story from a few years ago.

When I was in grade 10 I had to do a week of work experience, since I love animals I choose a petshop. This was a good petshop and they had a long billed corella for sale, but he was special because his cage was in the middle of the shop. And he was allowed out all day. Now when i started I fell in love with him instantly. And he liked me to. He would let me lift his wings and everything after only a day there. I got very attached to him and begged my mother to let me buy him. But she hated animals so I couldn't. Ever since then I've had a love affair with cockatoos, and when i got married my husband said I could get one. And i settled on galah (obviously) after a lot of research.

Just felt like sharing. Hope you liked
 
That's a nice story:) My parents were the ones who started it for me. They bought their first budgie about a month before I was born, so birds have always been with me. Not sure where I got the defective horse gene though as I'm the only horse nut in the family.
 
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I actually had birds before as well. When I was a bout 10 my siblings and i managed to convince our patents to let us get a budgie each. But they were aviary birds and hated us. But they still all lived for about ten yrs after that. I also got a cockatiel once a black girl who was very friendly and a bit malformed (all her toes pointed forwards) unfortunately she got away one day and i NEVER found her. But no offence to the budgie and cockateil owners this Corella was just leagues ahead of them in intelligence and beauty.at least to me. I love that something so beautiful and awesome could be a pet. He was just stunning. I even cried when my mother said i couldn't have him. It made me so sad. It was almost like grieving after losing a beloved pet of many yrs.
 
I know how that feels. I always wanted a horse and my parents wouldn't let me have one. I didn't have one until I was 24.

And I've fallen in love with many macaws, but was reluctant to have one due to their long lifespan. And now, financially, I'm not really able to support one.
 
My mom used her children as tools to advance herself strategically. One Christmas, she had to take me with her to pick up my sister from school in Switzerland for the holidays. But, she actually had her own secret agenda and was too pre-occupied with that to notice that my sister was very upset about something. Her agenda was that we had to get to Fredy Giradet's restaurant outside Lausanne for dinner by a certain time that evening. We found out that she planned this so that she could parade me and my sister in front of some of her acquaintances who were there. She just kept boasting about my sister and I. But, all the time, I noticed my sister getting more and more distressed, with tears welling up in her eyes. So, I became very pissed off with my mother for not paying attention to her, and I decided that I had to go in to bat for my sister, teach my mom a lesson and embarrass her in front of her friends. So, when the waiter arrived to take our orders, I pretended to be a kid from a white trash neighbourhood and asked for a "peanut butter and jelly sandwich". At Fredy Giradet's! The waiter was momentarily taken aback, but recovered smoothly. However, I had my own agenda now, and I wasn't going to let the issue be resolved. I escalated my demand...I would ONLY eat "peanut butter and jelly sandwich". By now, people at the other tables, including my mom's friends, were gobsmacked and had their mouths hanging open and they were gossiping amongst themselves, taking looks in our direction. Whoever heard of Fredy Giradet making a "peanut butter and jelly sandwich", heheheh? My mom was absolutely fuming furious at me by now. She glared at me with eyes that were meant to kill, but I kept sneaking glances at my sister, who, by now, had a huge, happy grin on her face, which was lighted up in wonderment. After dinner, I was sent back to Australia alone that night, and the next time I saw my mom wasn't until a few years later. But now, when I think back on those times, I feel like I've betrayed the revolution, when I see myself only drinking fine wines aged for at least 20 years, and flying off to Nahm in London (before David Thompson relocated to Bangkok) when I want some decent Thai food, which I haven't really been able to find in Sydney, ever since the Darley Street Thai closed.
 

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