My name is KierneM and I'm a parrot addict.
I'm currently not a parront, but as soon as I get to move into my new place, probably the end of next month, I'll be able to get another bird or three or ten.
I'd like to share a story about a very special cockatiel who ignited my love for parrots. Her name was Sweetie, and my then-husband bought her at a yard sale for $25. She was at least 12 years old, in a 18x12x12 cage with no toys, disgusting water, and a bowl full of the kind of birdseed you stick in a backyard feeder. It was obvious something was wrong with this setup, because her tail feathers were shredded and dirty. She looked so bored, so miserable, that I vowed then and there I'd do anything to help her be happy again. I put her in my computer room, closed the door, then headed straight for my local pet store. A bird book, a couple of magazines featuring cockatiels, a cage, real food, play gym, toys - you name it, I bought it. I took all this stuff home, got her in her new shiny much bigger cage, and put some toys, clean water, and pellets inside. She ate, drank, and I knew I made the right choices when she made the happiest 'chirrip' sound.
I kept her for three more years, through the breakup of my marriage, two moves, and a new job. I came in one morning, around the end of September to find out she'd passed away in the night. She taught me a lot about unconditional love and second chances- her old owner sold her because she was 'mean' and bit the snot out of the owner and her boyfriend.
I learned a lot about caring for a bird from her, and I can't wait to be a parront again. But all in good time. Okay, I'm going to post this before it becomes a novel, LOL. I'm so glad I found this place!
I'm currently not a parront, but as soon as I get to move into my new place, probably the end of next month, I'll be able to get another bird or three or ten.
I'd like to share a story about a very special cockatiel who ignited my love for parrots. Her name was Sweetie, and my then-husband bought her at a yard sale for $25. She was at least 12 years old, in a 18x12x12 cage with no toys, disgusting water, and a bowl full of the kind of birdseed you stick in a backyard feeder. It was obvious something was wrong with this setup, because her tail feathers were shredded and dirty. She looked so bored, so miserable, that I vowed then and there I'd do anything to help her be happy again. I put her in my computer room, closed the door, then headed straight for my local pet store. A bird book, a couple of magazines featuring cockatiels, a cage, real food, play gym, toys - you name it, I bought it. I took all this stuff home, got her in her new shiny much bigger cage, and put some toys, clean water, and pellets inside. She ate, drank, and I knew I made the right choices when she made the happiest 'chirrip' sound.
I kept her for three more years, through the breakup of my marriage, two moves, and a new job. I came in one morning, around the end of September to find out she'd passed away in the night. She taught me a lot about unconditional love and second chances- her old owner sold her because she was 'mean' and bit the snot out of the owner and her boyfriend.
I learned a lot about caring for a bird from her, and I can't wait to be a parront again. But all in good time. Okay, I'm going to post this before it becomes a novel, LOL. I'm so glad I found this place!
