Chickin
08-31-2006, 01:39 PM
Hi Guys!
It's nice to be able to come to a place where I can talk about my budgie bird(s) as much as I want and people don't think I'm a crazy bird lady. Let me start off by introducing myself as a fairly new Budgie owner, about 5 years. I started with my beloved Ziggy, R.I.P. He was the reason I've fallen in love with this bird. Ziggy was a lutino Budgie, and I got him when he was about 8 weeks old. He could talk a blue streak and I never realized it until one of our "step up" training sessions. You see, I never clipped his wings, (nor will I clip any birds wings) so it was terribly difficult to train the little guy. But...in a way, its a little more rewarding knowing they can evade you whenever they want, but don't. So my Ziggy would fly away from me every time I tried to teach him the step up command. I would always say "Come here, Come here Ziggy." Well, one day while doing dishes, Ziggy was playing on his little jungle gym in the corner and I heard him say "Come Here! Come Here!" in a little-but annoyed voice (somewhat like my own after the 50th time of retrieving Ziggy). Yes, it was Ziggy, and he was staring down at his lettuce (which had fallen on the ground from his jungle gym) saying "Come here!" That was so endearing. From that moment on, I've realized, these little guys are miniature people-birds. Each has their own disposition. Ziggy also said, Pretty boy (oh how original) Special, Kiss Kiss the Fuzzy (his fuzzy hut) and did cat calls....a lot. lol God rest his soul, that little guy will always be in my heart.
Now I own Beaker, a 4 year old female budgie who I keep in my room where I spend all my time. She's extremely attached to me (and vice versa) and is the funniest frickin animal I've ever seen. You think you're more intimidated by a screaming Macaw? Try my Beaker when you turn the taps off at the sink during her bath. This little girl gets her way all the time, I have spoiled her...I can't help it...every animal I get is spoiled, but better to be spoiled than neglected. She's happy what can I say. She lives in her own cage/my room and enjoys swooping at the aquarium to go *fishing*, taunting Lilly the Lovebird, knocking over anything she can from shelves, and removing earrings, rings, small pendants etc. from my jewelry box and putting them in her cage. She can speak, but it's very hard to hear her unless you concentrate. She can say her name clearly, but I've heard her say "Birdies!" (It's what I say when I come home to my birds) only a few times has she said this, but I might be mixing it up with "Beaker". She'll exclaim "Beaker Beaker Beaker!" as soon as you enter the room, making sure her presence is known. She also detests my boyfriend and will throw things about in her cage if we are watching a movie without her. She always perches on my shoulder when I watch TV. But Beaker's favorite pass time is snuggling and chit chatting with me as I go about my business in the house. She has the disposition of a spoiled 5 year old girl, but it's absolutely adorable. She loves taking her morning bath in the sink when I leave the water running for her as I get ready. She also enjoys sitting on my shoulder pecking at the plastic end of the mascara wand as I am meticulously applying it before work in the morning. She will let you know when she is finished her bath...and when she ISN'T. God help you if you turn those taps off before she's finished. The sound that comes out of that little green featherball would make Napoleon's Army head for the hills. Beaker is the most personable Budgie I think I'll ever own, but who knows, these little guys always come up with new ways to surprise me.
About 3 years ago, I rescued two budgies from a store that had closed for business. The woman closed up the shop, moved the things out of the store for the season and left these poor birds there. The poor things broke out of their cage after being left for I don't know how long and made their way to a Pub upstairs. This was a pub I frequented on weekends. I was having a beer with some friends, and I heard a faint "Tweet tweet" up above me. I looked up and here were these two pitiful budgies terrified, huddled together sitting on one of the wooden rafters in this english style pub. Cigarette smoke wafting around them. My heart sunk. I HAD to get these birds out of there. My boyfriend drove home, picked up one of the cages I had for vet visits, while I attempted the rescue with a few friends. It didn't take much. These two birds were starving, dehydrated, and frozen in fear. I carefully put a tea towel over these two birds and put them in the transport cage and covered it with a towel. I promptly drove them to my avian vet in town the next morning and he told me they probably wouldn't make it. They looked terrible. Nevertheless, I followed the vet's instructions and with some TLC they came around and Darla and Missy lived happily ever after in their own cage in the living room. They weren't tame, but still a joy to watch and listen to. R.I.P Darla. She passed away last night actually :( The vet believed her to be about 8 years old. And now Missy, is left alone. I'm still wondering what to do for her. I'm convinced she's mourning the death of her companion. They went through a lot together...and it breaks my heart to watch her on her swing looking at Darla's empty swing. I'm not sure if I should introduce a new friend to Missy, or let her acknowledge that Darla isn't coming back. I wont put her with Beaker, because Beaker's used to having her own roost, her own way, her own stuff. Anyways....that is the story of my Darla and Missy. Thoughts on what to do for Missy's loneliness would be much appreciated. She does have a mirror. I don't have the heart to remove Darla's swing just yet. They always sat on their swings and chatted back and forth. :sad3:
I enjoy birds beyond the meaning of "enjoy." I am overwhelmed with cuteness whenever I share time with my birds. They are a joy to have in my life.
It's nice to be able to come to a place where I can talk about my budgie bird(s) as much as I want and people don't think I'm a crazy bird lady. Let me start off by introducing myself as a fairly new Budgie owner, about 5 years. I started with my beloved Ziggy, R.I.P. He was the reason I've fallen in love with this bird. Ziggy was a lutino Budgie, and I got him when he was about 8 weeks old. He could talk a blue streak and I never realized it until one of our "step up" training sessions. You see, I never clipped his wings, (nor will I clip any birds wings) so it was terribly difficult to train the little guy. But...in a way, its a little more rewarding knowing they can evade you whenever they want, but don't. So my Ziggy would fly away from me every time I tried to teach him the step up command. I would always say "Come here, Come here Ziggy." Well, one day while doing dishes, Ziggy was playing on his little jungle gym in the corner and I heard him say "Come Here! Come Here!" in a little-but annoyed voice (somewhat like my own after the 50th time of retrieving Ziggy). Yes, it was Ziggy, and he was staring down at his lettuce (which had fallen on the ground from his jungle gym) saying "Come here!" That was so endearing. From that moment on, I've realized, these little guys are miniature people-birds. Each has their own disposition. Ziggy also said, Pretty boy (oh how original) Special, Kiss Kiss the Fuzzy (his fuzzy hut) and did cat calls....a lot. lol God rest his soul, that little guy will always be in my heart.
Now I own Beaker, a 4 year old female budgie who I keep in my room where I spend all my time. She's extremely attached to me (and vice versa) and is the funniest frickin animal I've ever seen. You think you're more intimidated by a screaming Macaw? Try my Beaker when you turn the taps off at the sink during her bath. This little girl gets her way all the time, I have spoiled her...I can't help it...every animal I get is spoiled, but better to be spoiled than neglected. She's happy what can I say. She lives in her own cage/my room and enjoys swooping at the aquarium to go *fishing*, taunting Lilly the Lovebird, knocking over anything she can from shelves, and removing earrings, rings, small pendants etc. from my jewelry box and putting them in her cage. She can speak, but it's very hard to hear her unless you concentrate. She can say her name clearly, but I've heard her say "Birdies!" (It's what I say when I come home to my birds) only a few times has she said this, but I might be mixing it up with "Beaker". She'll exclaim "Beaker Beaker Beaker!" as soon as you enter the room, making sure her presence is known. She also detests my boyfriend and will throw things about in her cage if we are watching a movie without her. She always perches on my shoulder when I watch TV. But Beaker's favorite pass time is snuggling and chit chatting with me as I go about my business in the house. She has the disposition of a spoiled 5 year old girl, but it's absolutely adorable. She loves taking her morning bath in the sink when I leave the water running for her as I get ready. She also enjoys sitting on my shoulder pecking at the plastic end of the mascara wand as I am meticulously applying it before work in the morning. She will let you know when she is finished her bath...and when she ISN'T. God help you if you turn those taps off before she's finished. The sound that comes out of that little green featherball would make Napoleon's Army head for the hills. Beaker is the most personable Budgie I think I'll ever own, but who knows, these little guys always come up with new ways to surprise me.
About 3 years ago, I rescued two budgies from a store that had closed for business. The woman closed up the shop, moved the things out of the store for the season and left these poor birds there. The poor things broke out of their cage after being left for I don't know how long and made their way to a Pub upstairs. This was a pub I frequented on weekends. I was having a beer with some friends, and I heard a faint "Tweet tweet" up above me. I looked up and here were these two pitiful budgies terrified, huddled together sitting on one of the wooden rafters in this english style pub. Cigarette smoke wafting around them. My heart sunk. I HAD to get these birds out of there. My boyfriend drove home, picked up one of the cages I had for vet visits, while I attempted the rescue with a few friends. It didn't take much. These two birds were starving, dehydrated, and frozen in fear. I carefully put a tea towel over these two birds and put them in the transport cage and covered it with a towel. I promptly drove them to my avian vet in town the next morning and he told me they probably wouldn't make it. They looked terrible. Nevertheless, I followed the vet's instructions and with some TLC they came around and Darla and Missy lived happily ever after in their own cage in the living room. They weren't tame, but still a joy to watch and listen to. R.I.P Darla. She passed away last night actually :( The vet believed her to be about 8 years old. And now Missy, is left alone. I'm still wondering what to do for her. I'm convinced she's mourning the death of her companion. They went through a lot together...and it breaks my heart to watch her on her swing looking at Darla's empty swing. I'm not sure if I should introduce a new friend to Missy, or let her acknowledge that Darla isn't coming back. I wont put her with Beaker, because Beaker's used to having her own roost, her own way, her own stuff. Anyways....that is the story of my Darla and Missy. Thoughts on what to do for Missy's loneliness would be much appreciated. She does have a mirror. I don't have the heart to remove Darla's swing just yet. They always sat on their swings and chatted back and forth. :sad3:
I enjoy birds beyond the meaning of "enjoy." I am overwhelmed with cuteness whenever I share time with my birds. They are a joy to have in my life.