Hi everyone. I recently became a little "bird crazy" and obsessed with the idea of having a lifelong birdy friend. I've waited around 4 months for this bizarre impulse to pass - "alas" my fascination has not waned since.
I'm not quite ready for a bird right now (in terms of finances, certainty of future living arrangements etc.) but it's something I want to work towards and, in the meantime, figure out what sort of parrot I'd like - or at least be armed with as much information as possible to make that decision in future.
About me: I live in Western Australia and am a homebody uni student.
Experience with birds: I had a cockatiel and budgies as a kid (bought for me when I was 7) but when they got sick my parents told me that the vet wouldn't treat birds. The taming advice given by the pet store back then was to "let it bite you until he gets tired of it" - which produced possibly the most aggressive cockatiel in history - fortunately (likely because I was less keen on pushing him to the point of getting my fingers mauled) he did bond with me and I eventually gained his trust enough to give him neck scratches which is one of my happiest memories - even though he drew blood with other family members. While it was a rewarding experience- a lot of mistakes were made and I wish I knew more and had more control over the situation than I did - but I was a kid and that's life.
I've researched a fair bit but still have many questions which I'll soon be annoying you all with.
I'm not quite ready for a bird right now (in terms of finances, certainty of future living arrangements etc.) but it's something I want to work towards and, in the meantime, figure out what sort of parrot I'd like - or at least be armed with as much information as possible to make that decision in future.
About me: I live in Western Australia and am a homebody uni student.
Experience with birds: I had a cockatiel and budgies as a kid (bought for me when I was 7) but when they got sick my parents told me that the vet wouldn't treat birds. The taming advice given by the pet store back then was to "let it bite you until he gets tired of it" - which produced possibly the most aggressive cockatiel in history - fortunately (likely because I was less keen on pushing him to the point of getting my fingers mauled) he did bond with me and I eventually gained his trust enough to give him neck scratches which is one of my happiest memories - even though he drew blood with other family members. While it was a rewarding experience- a lot of mistakes were made and I wish I knew more and had more control over the situation than I did - but I was a kid and that's life.
I've researched a fair bit but still have many questions which I'll soon be annoying you all with.
