fiddlejen
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- Sunny the Sun Conure (sept '18, gotcha 3/'19). Mr Jefferson Budgie & Mrs Calliope Budgie (albino) (nov'18 & jan'19). Summer 2021 Baby Budgies: Riker (Green); Patchouli, Keye, & Tiny (blue greywings).
So my non-tame baby budgie birdies are starting to get some significant lift. They came from the petstore, at the end of January, entirely unable to fly. I have worked with them following various advice, and they will consent to stand on my fingers once out of their cage. I think they know their names but don't deign to acknowledge them. Recall? Ha. Ha. Ha. My apartment is not parrot safe, nor parakeet safe, and lingering weakness in my leg has me off-balance for herding them when they jump.
Caliope my acrobat... when she gets lift there's no telling where she'll land. And she's a climber. A week ago, as I prepared to take birdies to my friends who watched them for me, she jumped away and flew over & behind the couch. I made my way back there, but no birdie. She reappeared in front of the couch, below her cage, looking up at it, awaiting a ladder or finger from Big Scary Person (aka, Me) to transport her back inside.
Where is she going to land next in my non-keet-safe house?
Unsurprisingly, when I picked up my birdies on Sunday, I had every intention of calling first thing Monday for an appt for wing clippings.
But then... but then... Monday morning, too early yet to call, I was adjusting some cage accessories when Jefferson decided to exit the cage. Little Miss "I'm A Birdie" Jefferson. Miss "I'm A Birdie, I Have Wings, I'm sure I'm supposed to be Able to Fly" Jefferson. My little birdie who will Not be so undignified as to clamber around, not if there's any other option.
And now she has wings. She Flew to the ground. Then she stood and LOOKED at me. (She's really good with those "Look"s.) She allowed me to present my finger for a step-up & a finger-ride around the apartment. And then back to the floor, to the cage-ladder.
Actually, about 12 inches from the ladder, or so.
And, little Miss "I'm a Birdie I Can FLY," well, she Would NOT Walk the few inches to the ladder. No. But, she can't really fly that well. She's getting the "up" part. About 10 inches Up, and then down, gets her about 2-inches closer to the ladder. And then she stands & rests & catches her breath, and goes again. You have Never Seen a little birdie work so hard to travel such a small distance! But. She Would Not Walk, when she could fly. She's a Birdie!
Well I can't even recall now if she actually climbed the ladder, or if she accepted a finger-lift after a few rungs. (I think, the latter.) But man. There goes my resolution. I can't imagine clipping only one. And really I think Caliope is in danger when she flies.
But oh, my little Jefferson. She is SO DETERMINED. She wants to fly! It breaks my heart to think of not letting her. I mean, it's not permanent. But she's still nearly a baby. (Although she acts like a little adult.) And she just really really Wants to be her little budge Birdie self. And FLY.
Caliope my acrobat... when she gets lift there's no telling where she'll land. And she's a climber. A week ago, as I prepared to take birdies to my friends who watched them for me, she jumped away and flew over & behind the couch. I made my way back there, but no birdie. She reappeared in front of the couch, below her cage, looking up at it, awaiting a ladder or finger from Big Scary Person (aka, Me) to transport her back inside.
Where is she going to land next in my non-keet-safe house?
Unsurprisingly, when I picked up my birdies on Sunday, I had every intention of calling first thing Monday for an appt for wing clippings.
But then... but then... Monday morning, too early yet to call, I was adjusting some cage accessories when Jefferson decided to exit the cage. Little Miss "I'm A Birdie" Jefferson. Miss "I'm A Birdie, I Have Wings, I'm sure I'm supposed to be Able to Fly" Jefferson. My little birdie who will Not be so undignified as to clamber around, not if there's any other option.
And now she has wings. She Flew to the ground. Then she stood and LOOKED at me. (She's really good with those "Look"s.) She allowed me to present my finger for a step-up & a finger-ride around the apartment. And then back to the floor, to the cage-ladder.
Actually, about 12 inches from the ladder, or so.
And, little Miss "I'm a Birdie I Can FLY," well, she Would NOT Walk the few inches to the ladder. No. But, she can't really fly that well. She's getting the "up" part. About 10 inches Up, and then down, gets her about 2-inches closer to the ladder. And then she stands & rests & catches her breath, and goes again. You have Never Seen a little birdie work so hard to travel such a small distance! But. She Would Not Walk, when she could fly. She's a Birdie!
Well I can't even recall now if she actually climbed the ladder, or if she accepted a finger-lift after a few rungs. (I think, the latter.) But man. There goes my resolution. I can't imagine clipping only one. And really I think Caliope is in danger when she flies.
But oh, my little Jefferson. She is SO DETERMINED. She wants to fly! It breaks my heart to think of not letting her. I mean, it's not permanent. But she's still nearly a baby. (Although she acts like a little adult.) And she just really really Wants to be her little budge Birdie self. And FLY.