Daisy, my White German Shepherd -RIP- Was the best dog i have ever had. She was a high chase drive dog. Rabbits, Squirrels, Deer, you name it.
The only things that she had killed were rats and unfortunately, a Red Fox, which made me cry. it was quite beautiful.. I examined the fox and it was maybe 2 yrs old. Really Sad. Anyway back to my story. We moved away from the farm and into the burbs, where she was, expectedly, miserable. At the farm we had 29 acres + all the surrounding farmland/woods in the area to trek every day. I never recall trained her, she just did. I'd let her go out of eyesight and all i had to do was whistle and boom 45 seconds to a minute later there she would be on the horizon kicking up dirt like a bat out of hell. Waiting or the sound barrier to break. (Might i mention that we got her when she was one, i took her from home where she was kicked and beated by a drunk every day)
So, with just a yard and daily walks, she took to -as soon as i open the back door- lunging outside and gunning down any squirrels that were invading her turf. Well one day she caught one. And she was bewildered. I don't think she expected to catch one, those suckers are quick. She had no idea what to do! So i walked over, inspected it, a nice plump juicy squirrel. But i don't live in 19th century France so i just let the thing go. I wasn't that hungry..
Anyway to my point. Daisy was about 5 years old when we moved to the burbs and had to settle down in an uncomfortable, foolish lifestyle with perky neighbors and the dangers of traffic. This is when i got my very first parrot. A Cockatiel named Jack -RIP-
One day Jack was out of his cage and Daisy was inside! Oh No right? Nope. Daisy bolted over to him (where he was on the ground like a doofus) and she settled down right on her tummy in a crouched position, with him in between her two front legs, but not touching. Right in front of her mouth. All she did was tilt her head back and forth. From that point on, Jack loved Daisy, and Daisy loved Jack. We'd let him out and he would fly right onto her back, right at her collar where he would hold on and ride around. Daisy loved this. Jack would whistle. like he was in love or something.
Oh and about 2 months ago, one of my breeder lovebirds got out of the cage while i was cleaning in between clutches, and he got out. He was flying around and my newest cat got him. Jumped like 6 feet in the air and took the bird in his mouth. I freaked. After chasing down the cat, i got the bird, who was miraculously unscathed, and in perfect health afterward said the vet (He got a nice bath in case of any germs)
So i really just wanted to tell that story. (Which i got halfway through and instead of Capitalizing my W (Shift+w) i Closed my tab and lost half my post (Ctrl+w)
And i guess the moral is every animal is different. You may never find out what yours will do unless there is an accident. Oh and i don't trust the cat at all. I can't even leave a glass of drink on the counter cause he's a meanie
Edit: Oh and German Shepherds are the best dogs in the world kthxbai.
). I would NEVER trust my cats/dogs with the birds out unsupervised of course. But, they (dogs) listen to me very well and I have no issues with them and my birds when I am home (which is the only time my birds are out). My cats are older and lazy and really don't care about the birds. I think they view them as too much work
. Sassy will actually chase them away if say, they are laying on the couch and she wants to be on the couch.
