This video is documentation that my bird can say his favorite word (Tucker) faster than humanly possible. The result sounds like a dog's squeaky toy. I know it gets old after the third time. I edited it down to 30 seconds and I guess I accidentally uploaded the original version. The visual stinks because he will only do it from his cage as a "call" to me in the other room.
He seems to be completely back to his normal moody self, you know, as opposed to the hormone crazed, sex deprived, demon that was formally occupying his cage and a completely separate room in my house.
The experience we've had with Tucker has made me think very seriously about starting or strongly supporting an awareness program. There are thousands of people like me and Brandon that buy birds as babies, realize that they are very difficult pets and take a lot of time, then dump them in a shelter, or worse, let them loose. In addition, most birds can live into their 80's and often times they will outlive their owners. The thought of having Tucker as an elderly person should probably make me happy, but there is something about the responsibility and permanence that makes me shudder. I try not to think about it.
Dom Deluise died Monday and I was pleased to hear that he wished that donations be made to the Lily Sanctuary, a parrot shelter and awareness organization. This prompted an awesome story on the CBS nightly news last night describing the difficulties of parrot owning and the growing problem in the United States of unwanted birds and lack of shelters. The parrot owner interviewed couldn't have said it better (as her parrot is sitting on top of her fridge throwing magnets on the floor) "There is not a day that goes by where I don't feel in over my head".
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3 years ago
2 comments:
That's cool!
this just reminded me, in a bad way, of how my mother recently bought a 1200 bird whose favorite "word" is the cell phone ring and that can live into its 100's and her plan is to will it to me.
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