Siobhan
New member
I didn't introduce myself before, just jumped in, so here's my belated hello.
In May of 2008, a lost Quaker parrot showed up at our bird feeder and after some serious coaxing, I got him on my head and in the house and we named him Clyde and he began the avalanche. As of today, we have two Quakers (he was later joined by Jade); the tiels, Freddie and Johnny; our budgie, Benjy, who thinks he's an eagle; the Pigeon Queen, Maggie; a starling named Ringo who turned out to be a girl after it was too late to change her name; and a bald canary, Trixie. Then last weekend, Rocky 'Too joined the flock. We also have two dogs, a leopard gecko, and four fish tanks.
Almost all of them are rescues or critters I consider "rescued." Trixie had been in the pet store for so long her feet are crippled from having only one skinny perch. Freddie came from a bird fair and had handfeeding formula caked all over his face that nobody had bothered to try to get off. Benjy was in a pet store, too, in a cage too small for one budgie that he was sharing with about 10 others. Maggie was apparently part of a "dove" release at a wedding or funeral and got lost and landed in a friend of a friend's yard. Johnny's former family moved out of state and didn't want to take him. Jade's family moved and left her behind in an empty house in the care of the house's new owner, whose hands were full with her own special needs parrot, so she gave Jade to us. Jade apparently bit someone at some point (she's a QUAKER, they chomp) and spent some years locked in her cage with no handling. Ringo was rescued by a friend of a friend as a naked baby but the person didn't want to keep her. She had imprinted on humans, however, so she couldn't be released.
And Rocky was put up for sale on a RUMMAGE SALE site on Facebook by someone who just needed some quick cash and who would have let anybody have him who had the cash. Thank God, between me and a friend, we got to him first.
One dog was a stray who showed up at our house, starving and fly-bitten. The other dog was living in a house where he was abused and neglected, until my husband talked them into giving him to us.
Clearly, we're suckers for hard-luck cases. We must have a hobo mark on our property somewhere and critters flock to us.
In May of 2008, a lost Quaker parrot showed up at our bird feeder and after some serious coaxing, I got him on my head and in the house and we named him Clyde and he began the avalanche. As of today, we have two Quakers (he was later joined by Jade); the tiels, Freddie and Johnny; our budgie, Benjy, who thinks he's an eagle; the Pigeon Queen, Maggie; a starling named Ringo who turned out to be a girl after it was too late to change her name; and a bald canary, Trixie. Then last weekend, Rocky 'Too joined the flock. We also have two dogs, a leopard gecko, and four fish tanks.
Almost all of them are rescues or critters I consider "rescued." Trixie had been in the pet store for so long her feet are crippled from having only one skinny perch. Freddie came from a bird fair and had handfeeding formula caked all over his face that nobody had bothered to try to get off. Benjy was in a pet store, too, in a cage too small for one budgie that he was sharing with about 10 others. Maggie was apparently part of a "dove" release at a wedding or funeral and got lost and landed in a friend of a friend's yard. Johnny's former family moved out of state and didn't want to take him. Jade's family moved and left her behind in an empty house in the care of the house's new owner, whose hands were full with her own special needs parrot, so she gave Jade to us. Jade apparently bit someone at some point (she's a QUAKER, they chomp) and spent some years locked in her cage with no handling. Ringo was rescued by a friend of a friend as a naked baby but the person didn't want to keep her. She had imprinted on humans, however, so she couldn't be released.
And Rocky was put up for sale on a RUMMAGE SALE site on Facebook by someone who just needed some quick cash and who would have let anybody have him who had the cash. Thank God, between me and a friend, we got to him first.
One dog was a stray who showed up at our house, starving and fly-bitten. The other dog was living in a house where he was abused and neglected, until my husband talked them into giving him to us.
Clearly, we're suckers for hard-luck cases. We must have a hobo mark on our property somewhere and critters flock to us.
