Thingamagigs
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- Oct 13, 2012
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- Mana the manic female galah; yet to be named male corella
Hi Guys,
I have owned a parrot of some description my entire life... budgies, Galahs, lorikeets, conures and even had a stint at handrearing birds.
I have had a pretty tragic run with birds I have loved... my first, a budgie (Goldie) flew away when I was changing his cage and my sister belted it with a palm frond... he panicked and flew off (I was only 13 years old). I had had him for about 8 years!! He was an amazing budgie with a huge vocabulary who I had out of the cage the second I came home every single day! I have always had fully flighted birds. He was not a young budgie as it was and his loss was devastating.
I didn't get my next bird until I moved out of home (my mother tried to replace the loss with a cockatiel who my sister ended up bonding with who became the family bird for the next 10 years).
I got a lorikeet named Skittles He was funny and quirky and loved him to bits... I had to find a home for him when I moved back in with my parents after a relationship break up. My parents could not stand his noise. He went to a brilliant home, but the loss was pretty tough especially coupled with a relationship break up.
When I moved out again I got Larry, my beloved Galah He was my baby, he would do everything with me. He definitely changed my life for the better.
Parents strike again, when I was in hospital in labour with my daughter my parents agreed to Birdysit him... I ended up getting rather sick and spent months in hospital. My parents claimed he escaped (but I think they sold him, there were locks on the cage they said they 'forgot' to lock). I loved that bird like you would not have believed... or perhaps you all know exactly how I felt about him I STILL miss him. I didn't get another bird for some time, I couldn't bare to. I spent over a year and a half checking the RSPCA for him, putting up fliers and stopping anytime I saw a lone galah on the side of the road. I even found someone elses pet galah this way and returned him safely to them!! I never found him (no doubt because my parents actually sold him).
I lived next door to a man that handreared baby birds for a pet shop and he ended up teaching me how to handrear. I handreared a number of bubs, from cockatiels and lorikeets to eclectus and alexandrine. But never could get passed my previous experiences with loss and never found a bub I really wanted to keep for myself.
Eventually I handreared a gorgeous blue front rainbow lorikeet, the man that took him was also handrearing green cheek conures and I feel in love with one of them, a little guy I ended up calling "Kermit". I had Kermit for 5 years... until this year. Kermit passed away early this year... he had an obstruction. It is horrifying how delicate their beautiful little lives are, he was gone in a matter of hours of having discovered something wasn't right (he hadn't pooped properly the previous day, but was drinking and eating apparently normally, I never would have thought I would lose him). He died in my hands on the way to the vet and I cried for the rest of the day, absolutely beside myself. Its taken me months to stop beating myself up over it. A beloved human friend of mine had passed away days before and I had been distracted by my grief and hadn't taken him out the day before he died. If I had, I would have noticed earlier that he hadn't pooped properly. The guilt is crippling.
It has been about 10 months since his passing and I miss him constantly. About 4months ago I decided I would do some research into various species, I couldnt have the same species, it would feel like "replacing" previous beloved birds. I ended up deciding on a Moustache Parrot. I put a deposit on a little bub a few weeks ago, she will be ready to come home late december I am excited enough I have her cage, toys and bowls etc already LOL I bought her a gorgeous enormous corner cage I have my fingers crossed wont be too big. It arrives on monday. It will fit right next to my work desk and has a playgym on top which I hope she will love spending a lot of her day on.
I have to admit, I am a bit nervous. I have loved the birds I have had VERY deeply, but none have lived their entire life with me... I am feeling wary! I don't want another tragic end to my new babies life... I know a few things will be happening with my new baby... 1. I will check the state of her poops everyday no matter what is going on in my life. 2. I will be getting the number of an ace local bird sitter in the area in case I get sick or need to go away, my parents will NOT be trusted again. 3. I will love her everyday as though its our last together <3 I don't want to ever have the same regrets I have now.
Sorry for such a long into! I am the only bird lover I know and no one else understands my grief or the level of love birds inspire! They just hear the noise they make and want nothing to do with them. My Galah could scream his adorable little afternoon display in my ear and I would have loved him every bit as much as if he was sitting on his perch being a quiet boy. Im nervous about getting such a different species, but am also excited about something different. Looking forward to my new baby and also reading all your experiences with your feathered babies
Cheers guys!
Ari
I have owned a parrot of some description my entire life... budgies, Galahs, lorikeets, conures and even had a stint at handrearing birds.
I have had a pretty tragic run with birds I have loved... my first, a budgie (Goldie) flew away when I was changing his cage and my sister belted it with a palm frond... he panicked and flew off (I was only 13 years old). I had had him for about 8 years!! He was an amazing budgie with a huge vocabulary who I had out of the cage the second I came home every single day! I have always had fully flighted birds. He was not a young budgie as it was and his loss was devastating.
I didn't get my next bird until I moved out of home (my mother tried to replace the loss with a cockatiel who my sister ended up bonding with who became the family bird for the next 10 years).
I got a lorikeet named Skittles He was funny and quirky and loved him to bits... I had to find a home for him when I moved back in with my parents after a relationship break up. My parents could not stand his noise. He went to a brilliant home, but the loss was pretty tough especially coupled with a relationship break up.
When I moved out again I got Larry, my beloved Galah He was my baby, he would do everything with me. He definitely changed my life for the better.
Parents strike again, when I was in hospital in labour with my daughter my parents agreed to Birdysit him... I ended up getting rather sick and spent months in hospital. My parents claimed he escaped (but I think they sold him, there were locks on the cage they said they 'forgot' to lock). I loved that bird like you would not have believed... or perhaps you all know exactly how I felt about him I STILL miss him. I didn't get another bird for some time, I couldn't bare to. I spent over a year and a half checking the RSPCA for him, putting up fliers and stopping anytime I saw a lone galah on the side of the road. I even found someone elses pet galah this way and returned him safely to them!! I never found him (no doubt because my parents actually sold him).
I lived next door to a man that handreared baby birds for a pet shop and he ended up teaching me how to handrear. I handreared a number of bubs, from cockatiels and lorikeets to eclectus and alexandrine. But never could get passed my previous experiences with loss and never found a bub I really wanted to keep for myself.
Eventually I handreared a gorgeous blue front rainbow lorikeet, the man that took him was also handrearing green cheek conures and I feel in love with one of them, a little guy I ended up calling "Kermit". I had Kermit for 5 years... until this year. Kermit passed away early this year... he had an obstruction. It is horrifying how delicate their beautiful little lives are, he was gone in a matter of hours of having discovered something wasn't right (he hadn't pooped properly the previous day, but was drinking and eating apparently normally, I never would have thought I would lose him). He died in my hands on the way to the vet and I cried for the rest of the day, absolutely beside myself. Its taken me months to stop beating myself up over it. A beloved human friend of mine had passed away days before and I had been distracted by my grief and hadn't taken him out the day before he died. If I had, I would have noticed earlier that he hadn't pooped properly. The guilt is crippling.
It has been about 10 months since his passing and I miss him constantly. About 4months ago I decided I would do some research into various species, I couldnt have the same species, it would feel like "replacing" previous beloved birds. I ended up deciding on a Moustache Parrot. I put a deposit on a little bub a few weeks ago, she will be ready to come home late december I am excited enough I have her cage, toys and bowls etc already LOL I bought her a gorgeous enormous corner cage I have my fingers crossed wont be too big. It arrives on monday. It will fit right next to my work desk and has a playgym on top which I hope she will love spending a lot of her day on.
I have to admit, I am a bit nervous. I have loved the birds I have had VERY deeply, but none have lived their entire life with me... I am feeling wary! I don't want another tragic end to my new babies life... I know a few things will be happening with my new baby... 1. I will check the state of her poops everyday no matter what is going on in my life. 2. I will be getting the number of an ace local bird sitter in the area in case I get sick or need to go away, my parents will NOT be trusted again. 3. I will love her everyday as though its our last together <3 I don't want to ever have the same regrets I have now.
Sorry for such a long into! I am the only bird lover I know and no one else understands my grief or the level of love birds inspire! They just hear the noise they make and want nothing to do with them. My Galah could scream his adorable little afternoon display in my ear and I would have loved him every bit as much as if he was sitting on his perch being a quiet boy. Im nervous about getting such a different species, but am also excited about something different. Looking forward to my new baby and also reading all your experiences with your feathered babies
Cheers guys!
Ari