Pigeon Talk

[biophiliac]

He'd wait until I took a drink, then he would swoop in and drink any Coke that was left in the little ring on top of the can. Silly bird.

That makes sense! I feel like I should have figured that out...if your cockatiel did.

 

[WVduckchick]

Dad is crabby with me now but he has two eggs. They both sit together. Only time it’s just one of them is when I come in the coop

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so pretty

He'd wait until I took a drink, then he would swoop in and drink any Coke that was left in the little ring on top of the can. Silly bird.

Mine are still scared to death of me.

 

[Pyxis]

That makes sense! I feel like I should have figured that out...if your cockatiel did.

He was a smart little thing. I taught him to say "Pretty Bird" on purpose and then he was off from there. He learned to say a bunch of things. When I pick my parrots up, I don't ask them to "step up" but rather I always find myself saying "come here" - just happens, not a conscious choice, lol - and so he learned to say it. He would be on his cage and if he wanted me to come get him he would shout "Hey, come here!" at me.

He was the sweetest bird, too. Everybody loved him and he loved everyone too. Never met you before? No problem, he would like you to give him scritches, please. He would greet people who walked in the room by flying to land on their heads, then he'd peer down over your forehead to talk to you. My mom didn't like him on her hair, so she actually got a special hat she could wear just so he could land on her and talk to her.

I lost him to illness when he was just two years old. He got really sick, and I rushed him to the vet. This was before I had chickens and kept a stock of medicine on hand. Nowadays I would have dosed him with Baytril to get some meds working on him and then got him to the vet ASAP (where they probably would have just prescribed Baytril). But then, I had no medicine, and they left me sitting with him in the waiting room of the emergency vet for hours before finally putting me in a room, where I took him out of the carrier and let him sit on my chest. We then sat there for another further hour before he died, right there on my chest at the vet.

 

[WVduckchick]

He was a smart little thing. I taught him to say "Pretty Bird" on purpose and then he was off from there. He learned to say a bunch of things. When I pick my parrots up, I don't ask them to "step up" but rather I always find myself saying "come here" - just happens, not a conscious choice, lol - and so he learned to say it. He would be on his cage and if he wanted me to come get him he would shout "Hey, come here!" at me.

He was the sweetest bird, too. Everybody loved him and he loved everyone too. Never met you before? No problem, he would like you to give him scritches, please. He would great people who walked in the room by flying to land on their heads, then he'd peer down over your forehead to talk to you. My mom didn't like him on her hair, so she actually got a special hat she could wear just so he could land on her and talk to her.

I lost him to illness when he was just two years old. He got really sick, and I rushed him to the vet. This was before I had chickens and kept a stock of medicine on hand. Nowadays I would have dosed him with Baytril to get some meds working on him and then got him to the vet ASAP (where they probably would have just prescribed Baytril). But then, I had no medicine, and they left me sitting with him in the waiting room of the emergency vet for hours before finally putting me in a room, where I took him out of the carrier and let him sit on my chest. We then sat there for another further hour before he died, right there on my chest at the vet.

Oh dang, that’s a horrible way to go. Bet that vet felt like a real heel.

 

[Pyxis]

Oh dang, that’s a horrible way to go. Bet that vet felt like a real heel.

Yes, my little bird wasn't as important as the 'real' pets coming in like a dog that got hit by a car. That dog might have been dying, but so was my bird, and we got there first.

It gets worse. After he died (this was when I was young, about 15), we took him to our regular vet for our dog and cats to have him cremated. The receptionist said to my father, after telling him the prices on cremation and him telling them to go ahead with it, "Are you sure? It's just a bird." Right in front of me, as I stood there, holding my dead bird that I loved dearly in a box, just wanting to have him cremated.

Ah man, I made myself tear up writing this. I still miss Shika very much.

Sorry to bum everyone out, lol.

 

[biophiliac]

He was a smart little thing. I taught him to say "Pretty Bird" on purpose and then he was off from there. He learned to say a bunch of things. When I pick my parrots up, I don't ask them to "step up" but rather I always find myself saying "come here" - just happens, not a conscious choice, lol - and so he learned to say it. He would be on his cage and if he wanted me to come get him he would shout "Hey, come here!" at me.

He was the sweetest bird, too. Everybody loved him and he loved everyone too. Never met you before? No problem, he would like you to give him scritches, please. He would greet people who walked in the room by flying to land on their heads, then he'd peer down over your forehead to talk to you. My mom didn't like him on her hair, so she actually got a special hat she could wear just so he could land on her and talk to her.

I lost him to illness when he was just two years old. He got really sick, and I rushed him to the vet. This was before I had chickens and kept a stock of medicine on hand. Nowadays I would have dosed him with Baytril to get some meds working on him and then got him to the vet ASAP (where they probably would have just prescribed Baytril). But then, I had no medicine, and they left me sitting with him in the waiting room of the emergency vet for hours before finally putting me in a room, where I took him out of the carrier and let him sit on my chest. We then sat there for another further hour before he died, right there on my chest at the vet.

Yes, my little bird wasn't as important as the 'real' pets coming in like a dog that got hit by a car. That dog might have been dying, but so was my bird, and we got there first.

It gets worse. After he died (this was when I was young, about 15), we took him to our regular vet for our dog and cats to have him cremated. The receptionist said to my father, after telling him the prices on cremation and him telling them to go ahead with it, "Are you sure? It's just a bird." Right in front of me, as I stood there, holding my dead bird that I loved dearly in a box, just wanting to have him cremated.

Ah man, I made myself tear up writing this. I still miss Shika very much.

Sorry to bum everyone out, lol.

Don't feel bad for telling us. I'm happy to know about Shika. You have some special good memories of him. So sorry your good bye was such a sad one.

 

[CCUK]

Yes, my little bird wasn't as important as the 'real' pets coming in like a dog that got hit by a car. That dog might have been dying, but so was my bird, and we got there first.

It gets worse. After he died (this was when I was young, about 15), we took him to our regular vet for our dog and cats to have him cremated. The receptionist said to my father, after telling him the prices on cremation and him telling them to go ahead with it, "Are you sure? It's just a bird." Right in front of me, as I stood there, holding my dead bird that I loved dearly in a box, just wanting to have him cremated.

Ah man, I made myself tear up writing this. I still miss Shika very much.

Sorry to bum everyone out, lol.

That's so sad. Some people just don't get it. It doesn't matter be it a dog, cat, bird or any other animal, a pet is a pet and they are loves just the same. Should have cremated the receptionist.

 

[WVduckchick]

You really would expect better from a vet clinic! Some people don’t understand, but at the vet, I would expect more pet compassion. I hope they are out of business now.

 

[Fields Mountain Farm]

I'm excited for you too! I hope your hubby approves the conversion.



X2! You have given more thought to the camper loft idea than anybody I know of. I was going to suggest a powerful ventilation system to keep the dander and other airborn particles to a minimum - but you already did. Also a great idea to reserve part for storage. Amazing how much gear and food, grits, baskets,broom, brushes, scrapers, etc. that accumulates for their care.


I'm sorry your little port didn't make it. There will be many more for you. I've had 2 or 3 that I found dead when newly hatched. It's always sad and I can't bring myself to throw them in the trash so I just lay them gently where some of my pets are buried and let mother nature take them back.

I meantioned ot to him last night and he didn't say yes but he didn't say no either.. but he did say he'd think about it.. that's almost a yes right?

Dad is crabby with me now but he has two eggs. They both sit together. Only time it’s just one of them is when I come in the coop

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He'd wait until I took a drink, then he would swoop in and drink any Coke that was left in the little ring on top of the can. Silly bird.

Thats fantastic!

He was a smart little thing. I taught him to say "Pretty Bird" on purpose and then he was off from there. He learned to say a bunch of things. When I pick my parrots up, I don't ask them to "step up" but rather I always find myself saying "come here" - just happens, not a conscious choice, lol - and so he learned to say it. He would be on his cage and if he wanted me to come get him he would shout "Hey, come here!" at me.

He was the sweetest bird, too. Everybody loved him and he loved everyone too. Never met you before? No problem, he would like you to give him scritches, please. He would greet people who walked in the room by flying to land on their heads, then he'd peer down over your forehead to talk to you. My mom didn't like him on her hair, so she actually got a special hat she could wear just so he could land on her and talk to her.

I lost him to illness when he was just two years old. He got really sick, and I rushed him to the vet. This was before I had chickens and kept a stock of medicine on hand. Nowadays I would have dosed him with Baytril to get some meds working on him and then got him to the vet ASAP (where they probably would have just prescribed Baytril). But then, I had no medicine, and they left me sitting with him in the waiting room of the emergency vet for hours before finally putting me in a room, where I took him out of the carrier and let him sit on my chest. We then sat there for another further hour before he died, right there on my chest at the vet.

Yes, my little bird wasn't as important as the 'real' pets coming in like a dog that got hit by a car. That dog might have been dying, but so was my bird, and we got there first.

It gets worse. After he died (this was when I was young, about 15), we took him to our regular vet for our dog and cats to have him cremated. The receptionist said to my father, after telling him the prices on cremation and him telling them to go ahead with it, "Are you sure? It's just a bird." Right in front of me, as I stood there, holding my dead bird that I loved dearly in a box, just wanting to have him cremated.

Ah man, I made myself tear up writing this. I still miss Shika very much.

Sorry to bum everyone out, lol.

Thats just awful! People can be so clules sometimes.

You really would expect better from a vet clinic! Some people don’t understand, but at the vet, I would expect more pet compassion. I hope they are out of business now.

X2

 

[Hokum Coco]

I released 7 birds roughly 48 hours ago on a extremely foggy day for a memorial service. Against my better judgment.I rationalized the release by thinking they will be home the next morning for sure where it was less than a 10 mile release. Nothing for my well condition birds I thought.

No sign of any of my birds yet.

Now the weather is blizzard conditions with extreme white outs. They were some of my best breeders in the group.
I am starting to worry as they did not have an adequate breakfast to begin with.