My lovely Christina needed company. As the only cockatiel to survive a catastrophic event, I knew I needed to find her another cockatiel to keep her company. She was traumatized by the event, and hid behind her fuzzy toy most of the day.
Once I was assured she was physically sound from the ordeal, I began my search. I hadn't searched for a bird for years as people usually brought them to me. However, I really didn't want poor Christina to be alone for the rest of her life. I was really rather stunned at the shortage of cockatiels available in my area. Finally I found someone on CL who had three for sale.
With my mind full of horror stories, I answered the ad, scheduled a time, and had my husband accompany me for protection. I arrived at the small home a few minutes early and was greeted by several barking dogs. Despite the 20 degree temp the door was open and a tattered screen door barely kept the dogs at bay.
Nervous, I put on my professional smile, and announced my presence. Eye- watering cigarette smoke scorched my nostrils and I wished I had brought my emergency inhaler. Blinking rapidly I was escorted in a bedroom where the only window was covered by newspaper. The dim light revealed three cockatiels in an 8 in x 8 in cage. Trying to focus past the second-hand smoke haze, I saw a beautiful pearl watching me. Despite his horrible surroundings he managed to sit proudly on his perch. His two grey-colored cage mates seemed totally zoned out from the stress.
Not really wanting birds from this kind of situation, I suddenly got a flash of poor Christina sitting behind her bird toy, and against my instinct, I offered to buy the pearl male.
The owner and I dickered on the price. Unexpectedly, my husband made a low-ball offer on all three. Yikes! What on earth had got into him? The next thing I know I was taking home three cockatiels.
As the entire house smelled like a wet ashtray, the poor birds reeked of cigarette smoke. The inside of the car was instantly awash of the foul odor. Once home, they were placed in quarantine in a spare bedroom. Since I wasn't expecting three birds, my cage wasn't as large as I wanted. I apologized to the birds, and for the next few weeks I watched them suffer nicotine withdrawal: trembling, pacing, strange vocalizing.
Eventually things calmed down and I could see their individual personalities evolve. Mr. Pearl, always proud and concerned about his appearance. Cedar, the female, was the active one. Jo, who might turn out to be a Joanna, was the vocal one who like to interact with me.
So the day came when they were declared healthy and moved to the birdhouse. Boy oh boy were the Amazons upset. Thelma reverted to her amazon lunging while Louise barked like a dog.
The terrified newbies spent a few days in a cage near Christina so she could get a visual of her new friends. Two days ago the newbies were placed in the large flight cage with Christina. While I watched the group interact, Thelma and Louise stated their opinion about cockatiels in the typical Amazon manner from their cage. The two hated my guts until I gave them scrambled eggs.
Yesterday I was gone most of the day. I made sure all was well, but I could tell the 'tiels were still kinda nervous about the situation. A bribe of almonds calmed the 'zons, and then I left them to eat turkey with the in-laws. I was worried I had made a mistake by bringing home those extra cockatiels.
This morning was a frigid 20 degrees but the bird house was 75 degrees and quiet. Until Thelma and Louise saw me doing the large animal feeding. They let me know what they thought about that as they watched me through the window.
So I go in the bird house and start the morning routine. Thelma and Louise came out to play on top of their cage. I give them a treat as a reward for stepping up so nicely on the stick. And as usual they began to go their their tricks to earn more treats.
Between their acts I manage to clean everything, and get breakfast ready for my birdie crew. Once breakfast was served and everyone was busy eating, I finished cleaning:sweeping and mopping the floor and so forth.
30 minutes later I was finished and I noticed everybody was quiet. The 'zons were working on the surprise toy that contained a peanut. Louise worked at the layers while enjoying a sunny spot on the perch. Thelma, as usual was tearing at her toy like a kid at Christmas.
And the cockatiels. Christina was pulling at her shredder toy as Mr. Pearl tried to assist. Cedar sat on the perch with one foot tucked under a layer of feathers. Her cheek feathers were puffed out as her tongue rolled over the tip of her beak. She gave herself a little shake as the sun warmed her gray feathers. With half-closed eyes she gazed contentedly out the window. Jo wanted to spend a moment chatting with me so I chatted back.
After a few moments, I did my final check before opening the door to leave.
"I love you," said Thelma. She had found her peanut and was now a happy camper.
And so am I.