Slater is an OWA, we have had him for 9 years, and he is now 16.
My daughter was having a yard sale day where she went to several, mostly looking. She called me mid-afternoon and said she had bought me a bird.
I was like, what?? What kind of bird did you buy me? She sent me a pic of an OWA in a tiny budgie cage that she had bought at a yard sale.
She had talked to the people a little, and they had bought a cabin at the lake, and for 2 years Slater was left alone in an empty house, in that tiny cage, only seeing them when they stopped by a couple of times a week to feed him. She felt so sorry for him and bought him, knowing I would take him. His name at the time was a**hole, which we immediately changed to Slater.
Reg picked him up and brought him home, and he looked so pitiful. A friend of mine had an extra cage she gave me for him and he was so excited.
It took a long time to get him used to new toys, we had to hang them outside the cage and slowly move them closer. He is still rather picky about toys.
He eventually taught most of the birds his first name, and it was fun walking into a room full of birds who all called me a**hole. I was so glad when that stopped.
Slater took an instant dislike to me, I would have to say he despised me. He screamed non-stop whenever I was in the room, and it almost drove me insane. Nothing helped.
I tried ear plugs and could still hear him, but couldn't hear anyone else. I honestly thought of rehoming him, he is the only bird I ever thought about that with.
However, both he and Reg and he and Talli had a wonderful relationship so I knew I couldn't do that to any of them. The problem was me, and I knew I had to change.
Finally, I decided to talk to him when I was in the room as if he wasn't screaming. I made sure to keep a sweet calm voice even though I felt my head was going to explode, and over the course of a couple of years he stopped screaming at me. I can now pet his beak and a little bit of his head, which is huge progress. He now talks to me, and is one of the best birds behaviour wise in the room.
I finally realized that my reactions to his screaming were a lot of the cause. He screamed, I got irritated, and he screamed more. But when I acted like he wasn't screaming, and I wasn't upset, he changed. I now adore him and am so glad he is a part of our flock.
Don't ever give up, it may take a long time, but you can make it work and forge a connection.
A few weeks ago, when he wanted a treat he started saying "Hey Babe". I have no idea where this came from, it's not something we ever say but it is so precious. His tone sounds like he is in a bar, hitting on the woman sitting next to him. It always gets him a treat and makes me laugh.
Yesterday, he was out of the cage and holding onto the cage right above his door. I happened to be watching when I saw him slam the cage door upside his head, and he immediately shook his head and said in this low voice," Ow. Ow."
He is something else
Now a few pictures:
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My husband, Reg with Slater
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Slater and Talli are best friends
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You can kind of see the dimensions of Slater's original cage in this pic, we used it for Russell and Mallie. If I remember correctly it was 18X18.