Birdman, I almost cried, when I read about your Grey bringing you a cashew!
He and my red lored are the two most amazingly empathic birds I've got...
The most amazing Tusk story happened at Halloween about two years ago.
I put the birds out in the tree, to avoid the"birdie alarm" going off every time someone comes to the door. So I sit outside with the birds in the tree, and hand out candy to the kids. And we get a fair amount of trick or treaters - we had about 250 kids this particular year, so it was busy with people...
Problem is my macaws are both lap birds, and they don't want to stay in the tree all night. So I had one macaw on my shoulder, and one on my lap, passing out candy...
Now, my CAG is almost invisible in the tree at night, and the amazons are invisible day or night. They just blend in. If they don't let you know they are there, you wouldn't know. The other thing you need to know about my CAG is that there are about a dozen or more phrases that he knows in context, that he uses absolutely in context.
So, I have three in the tree, and my two big 'uns on my person. Along comes this little girl in a princess dress, couldn't have been more than four years old... obviously her first Halloween, and she is sprinting from house to house, getting candy, with Mom and Dad following behind. So, this little girl comes running across my lawn, and about half way there, she suddenly realized that the giant red bird on my lap IS REAL!!!
Well, at that point she freaked out, and managed to trip and fall and spill her candy, and now she is upset and crying her eyes out... BEFORE ANYONE CAN GET TO HER, MY CAG WALKS OUT TO THE END OF THE BRANCH ABOVE HER HEAD AND SAYS:
"AAAWWW! WHATSAMATTER? IT'S OKAY. YOU'RE OKAY. COME ON. COME HERE."
Now the phrases COME ON. COME HERE. are universal in my flock. They all learned that one during recall training. They all say it. SO, WHEN TUSK STARTS SAYING IT, ALL FIVE BIRDS START CALLING TO THE LITTLE GIRL. "COME ON. COME HERE... "
The little girl got up, and came over, and I gave her extra candy, and I held Maggie's beak, and taught her to scratch a bird's head.
Well, by now we have a crowd of about twenty people with their jaws down to the floor... Like, I can't believe what I just saw.
And I have to give my little lecture about how if you teach them words and phrases in context, they know what it means.
Tusk continually blows my mind with things like this.
Rachel and I raised this one from an egg. He was a gift from Rachel. Now he is my last living link in my house to her...
So, yeah, getting back to our original premise, taking care of my birds involves sacrifices, but doesn't really feel like much of a sacrifice in the grand scheme of things.