This is Bear. He was adopted from a no-kill shelter about 6 years ago when he was 4 or 5 months old. They told us that he was an owner give up...he was the last of his litter. He has some MAJOR separation anxiety, so I wonder sometimes.
Next up is Mister Birdie. He named himself. We couldn't think of a good name and we were just calling him Mr. or The Birdie. He then started saying "Mister Birdie", so it stuck. He's a cockatiel that we got almost 10 years ago. They live anywhere from 15-30 years, so we have a lot of time left.
Last, but not least, is Piglet. We got him about 9 years ago. Mister acted like he needed a friend and I saw a cage of baby cockateils at a pet store where we used to live. I convinced Dearest Hubby that we needed to get one. There were 5 or 6 birds in the cage, and I wasn't sure which one I wanted. So I walked up to the cage and said "Who wants to come home with me?". He stopped eating (a rarity, hence the name) and crawled up the cage to the level of my face. Then when the girl tried to clip the wings, he flew off into an AC Moored in the mall. Took us an hour to find him.
The adventure never ends around here. :) Tomorrow Sweet Pea is getting his tubes done, so keep us in your thoughts. I know it'll be fine (Buddy had them done with he was 13 months old), but it's my baby, and I always get nervous when someone is put under general anesthesia.
Thanks! I'll update you all tomorrow!
What an adorable bird! Loving the theme of the blog!
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