We have a new parakeet.
You may (or may not) remember that our 11 year old yellow boy Bumper died very suddenly on July 3rd. Discussing getting a new friend for Squeak, I had the idea to check Craig’s List and see if there was a parakeet who needed a new home.
I found this boy. He’s the one on the left. He looks sea green/aqua, but he’s really a bright sky blue. She’s a darker sky blue.
He’s six months old, and is very gentle; but not as eager to go on a hand and be with people as we were told. That’s okay. I realize he’s had a rough few weeks. He’s currently missing all his long tail feathers. I’d been told they were giving him away because they didn’t have enough time for him. I think he was out of the cage and their dog got hold of his butt. So we’ll be watching over the next few months as his new feathers grow in.
I put his cage next to hers, and she gave me the
“WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS??????” death glare.
I kept them in their separate cages for the first night, though he was absolutely enamored with her from the first second. He was pacing back and forth endlessly, climbing the inside of his cage, etc, wanting to be with her. She, however, wanted no part of him.
The next morning, they were both much more calm. I opened his cage, put the opening in front of her open door, and he hopped in all by himself.
Any new bird we’ve ever had seems to have the same first thought once they’re inside. “Gosh! It’s so BIG!”
Squeak instantly started with the freaking out, of course, but the brave boy climbed up the back wall to the top perch to introduce himself. Over the course of the next couple hours, there was a good deal of her chasing him around, shooing him off perches and away from toys.
“THAT’S MY TOY!!!”
“THAT’S MY PERCH!”
(That feather is SO on the other wing now! lulz)
Now and then she’s nice. She plays with a toy, and lets him play too. I did post the video yesterday of his very first bath. It’s adorable. He wasn’t sure about getting into the pool, so he was on the side of the cage and reached his wing down to stir it in the water.
How did the Brat get out-bratted?
In the exact same way that she had bratted Bumper. But instead of a Forbidden Perch, it was the Forbidden Mirror.
He really likes the big round mirror. In fact, he’s napping in front of it as I type this. Well, she decided he wasn’t allowed to look in it. She was on the perch in front of it and he had climbed on the side of the cage to peer around the rim of the mirror.
She turned to see him, pecked at him with a scolding sound. He pulled back away. She faced forward again. He peered around the mirror again to see the pretty birdies in the mirror. He made some sound that alerted her. She turned, pecked, he pulled back. This continued for a couple minutes, with him learning to anticipate her turning around. He would pull back before she turned, so she would see him next to the mirror rather than looking in it.
“What?” he seemed to shrug at her. “I’m not looking in the mirror.”