What makes your did unique ?

[Birdlover11]

Why did you pick her at the breeder out of all of the other chicks ? What does he or she do that makes her so , different from all the other birds in the world ? I already know about mine, both are one of the birds that can spot shoot poop onto a wall. I tried scrubbing it off with lemon juice and it FINALLY came off

 

[Mayden]

Haha.

I'd been looking for a senegal breeder for a long time and didn't realise there was a small breeder (who has Greys+macaws) right under my nose. She sells her birds through the store I used to volunteer at!

Anyway, I went in one day and there were 3 baby greys in one of the cages. and then boom, a little green baby senegal popped out of the food dish. I was stunned, this was my first time seeing one in person and I remember being in complete disbelief. I asked them how much he was, do they normally sell them, all the standard stuff. Then Fred, good ol' Fred, the store owner came in; he knew how much I loved the birds, saw I was interested in the sennie and he pulled him out and plonked him in my arms. I was smitten.

I must have been cuddling him for an hour when I asked Fred how much he'd cost me. He said because he has a dicky leg, he'd reduce the price. He showed me his leg and put him on the counter and called him across. He hobbled and skipped over to me. I almost cried. Poor baby, I couldn't let someone else have him - would they be able to take care of a handycapped bird? Fred reduced the price because of his disability and then because I'd volunteered there, he reduced it some more. I cuddled him for another hour umming and ahhing about the decision; I couldn't leave him. I dashed to a cash machine, threatening the staff not to sell him on pain of death! Came back, cuddled him some more, handed over the money and they boxed him up.

I got my little baby because he was the only one there and because he was handicapped. If he had been a healthy senegal, I would have mastered the willpower to leave him after a good long cuddle. But I couldn't with him. Wasn't exactly a 'choice' but I have a feeling if it had been a choice of Merlin vs another senegal in the cage, his leg would have won me over anyway.

Thinking back to the day has made me so teary. My life has changed so much since getting him, not always for the better. He is a HUGE pain in the butt, but he's my baby boy. Whenever I'm angry with him for screaming, biting etc. I go back to that day I got him and I'm overwhelmed with this love and will to protect him like nothing else.

A little into the first week I got him, check out that messy beak and the pretty black eyes!

 

[Birdlover11]

Aww, thanks for sharing. I remember the day when I went to petco to pick uppepsi and sprite. All of them were VERY afraid of humans. So I was looking at a bunch of flashy mutations, whites, yellows,... Then I caught sight of Pepsi and sprite. I saw a little green head poke out of the food bowl and he started marching around the enclosure, like a leader or something . I was so amazed, such a small bird with so much character. Then I saw Pepsi, he was hunting around the bottom , looking for treasure or something. Throwing pieces of litter at the other budgies. I was sold at both of them . After I brung them home they were really scared of me, I was afraid they might have a heart attack if I put my hand in the cage. Soon we started trust building steps , next thing you knew hewas the same cuddlely budgies I have today. Everybody is amazed.

 

[Featheredsamurai]

Rosie seems very unique to me, she is very calm and quite, few things startle her(lots of socialization on my part), and she has beautiful coloration that gets even prettier with each new feather.

Rosie belonged to a elderly friend of mine who rescued her from a lady in front of a local pet store. My friend walked in and told her she had a beautiful bird, on the way out she asked Betty to take her because her husband was going to kill her. She was in a tiny cage that had to be cut to get Rosie out, she had a broken leg, lots of missing feathers, and the other feathers where discolored and dirty. Poor Rosie was terrified of men, and if one walked by she would throw herself to the bottom of the cage so hard she would hurt herself.
When I met her she was a little less afraid and would lean over to be pet from her stand, it was adorable. She was so sweet and I can't believe someone was going to kill her. My friends health started to decline more(she has knee, back, and is prone to heart attacks) and she could no longer put Rosie on her stand, Rosie didn't step up and had very weak legs so to move her you had to pick her up with your hands to put her on the stand. Soon I was the only person would pet her for long periods of time(I was only there once or twice a week) so Rosie would climb up to her play top and be close to me so I could pet her. She was very nippy but never drew blood.
Betty told me that if anything ever happened to her, she wanted her birds to go to me. 4 years later she simply couldn't care for both Rosie and her African gray and asked me to take her home, she was very sad about it. When she previously had a stroke and was extremely ill she had to give all her birds away and it still haunts her. She met 2 of her birds and realized she had given them to the wrong people.
I brought Rosie home in a dog crate, the whole time she was unhappy and swinging her head back and forth. When she saw my nieces she screamed in terror. She was extremely unhealthy, horribly underweight, had organ failure, a calcium deficiency. My friend was only feeding her sunflower, safflower, jelly beans as treats, and sips of coffee along with other human foods, some good and some bad. Rosie wouldn't of lasted another year. I don't have the heart to tell her that though, she is so old and is always so happy to see Rosie when I bring her over.

I love Rosie so much, seeing her blossom into the incredible, healthy, and happy bird she is today is what makes her the most unique in my eyes

 

[Rana]

We got both our birds through an online site, the Irish equivalent of craigslist i suppose?

we just picked up our new car from the garage and drove it's maiden voyage 3 hours away to go see Bandit after we called the old owner.

She was this tiny shell of a bird in a tiny cage, underweight, fluorescent green poop all over the cage, her eyes wide open in absolute terror... and all common sense of "possible illnesses, behavioral problems, etc" just escaped me. All i wanted was to take this creature home and nurse it to health and happiness. And we did

It was a very trying and testing time, and i did once completely melt down, saying i can't do this, i'm not experienced enough to "fix" this mentally broken bird, but my other half was having non of it, said we commited to bandit and we were in it for the long haul. and i thank every day that he didn't let me quit.
everyday she learns new things, gets a little less shy, explores and blooms into a real bird a bit more. her latest thing now is kisses, where as before she would attack us if we came to close to her (lots of blood was shed) now, she loves nothing more than to cuddle up with us, get scratches and give kisses.
all the effort, time, blood and tears we've sacrificed for her...My lifes mission is to make sure nothing bad happens to her ever again. She's our "problem child". (or the f**ked-up one as we sometimes less gracefully call her)

Pippen was a dote... his old owner drove him to our house, walked in the door with pip on his hand, he hopped on my shoulder and never looked back. mutual love at first sight . When he started singing the "American Dad" themesong after a week, we knew he'd be with us for ever
He's such a rascal but you just can't be mad at him.