Little history on my Macaws.
While we are not 100% certain of their age, I do have a copy of a vet visit and certificate of health from many years ago when their presumed 1st momma moved to the country I now live in.
In 1996, Precious weighed 1050grams, and Pretty Boy 1090grams, so just over 2 pounds for her, and almost 2-1/2 for him (I have no clue what they currently weigh but Pretty Boy is much larger than she is) Based on their weight in '96, google tells me they were adults.
At an unknown to me year, their momma gave or sold them to a friend of sorts who had them for some time, until he could no longer give them the attention they need and deserve (job has him travelling now) and thought they'd be really happy in my ... retail store.
They are in a window that does not get direct sunlight, my husband had an enclosure built for them (9wX4dx6H) They of course have a canvas cover on the outside of the window (which is impact glass due to living in an area prone to hurricanes and no, this window does not ever see direct wind). They do get their full nights rest between the outside cover and the inside blackout curtains on the other side. If they become over stimulated during the day, we cover the window from the outside. They happiness and stress levels are very important to us.
For anyone freaked about the retail store part - they LOVE the interaction with people walking by!
I should back up a bit. Pretty Boy, is too large for me to hold but he adores the attention and loves a good massage from me. He pretty much likes everyone. Precious, well, she's not a very nice bird. Sure, sometimes she looks at you with those eyes and I swear she is batting eyelashes to entice you to come closer but then she lunges and yes, bites. I think she likes to draw blood. Thankfully (they) she is stick trained so at least we can handle both of them to a degree. I truly believe in my heart, she was attached to her first human mom. While it has been 4 years, I still cannot handle her. No one can. I still have hope that one day that will change but I admit to being afraid of her, while loving her at the same time. It isn't her fault she keeps getting bounced around.
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While we are not 100% certain of their age, I do have a copy of a vet visit and certificate of health from many years ago when their presumed 1st momma moved to the country I now live in.
In 1996, Precious weighed 1050grams, and Pretty Boy 1090grams, so just over 2 pounds for her, and almost 2-1/2 for him (I have no clue what they currently weigh but Pretty Boy is much larger than she is) Based on their weight in '96, google tells me they were adults.
At an unknown to me year, their momma gave or sold them to a friend of sorts who had them for some time, until he could no longer give them the attention they need and deserve (job has him travelling now) and thought they'd be really happy in my ... retail store.
They are in a window that does not get direct sunlight, my husband had an enclosure built for them (9wX4dx6H) They of course have a canvas cover on the outside of the window (which is impact glass due to living in an area prone to hurricanes and no, this window does not ever see direct wind). They do get their full nights rest between the outside cover and the inside blackout curtains on the other side. If they become over stimulated during the day, we cover the window from the outside. They happiness and stress levels are very important to us.
For anyone freaked about the retail store part - they LOVE the interaction with people walking by!
I should back up a bit. Pretty Boy, is too large for me to hold but he adores the attention and loves a good massage from me. He pretty much likes everyone. Precious, well, she's not a very nice bird. Sure, sometimes she looks at you with those eyes and I swear she is batting eyelashes to entice you to come closer but then she lunges and yes, bites. I think she likes to draw blood. Thankfully (they) she is stick trained so at least we can handle both of them to a degree. I truly believe in my heart, she was attached to her first human mom. While it has been 4 years, I still cannot handle her. No one can. I still have hope that one day that will change but I admit to being afraid of her, while loving her at the same time. It isn't her fault she keeps getting bounced around.
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