LORI'S PARROTS

I then became interested in larger birds when a co-worker of mine asked me to birdsit her Amazon. That was all it took, one birdsitting adventure and I became addicted.

When we moved into our house, a friend gave me a beautiful white canary for a housewarming present. That slowly started my fever for smaller birds. I now have 31 birds, from finches to Macaw. Ready to meet them?

Here is a picture of half of my birdroom. Sorry, I don't have a picture of the other half. In the other half is a 4 foot wide cage where I have some of my canaries. And my cockatiel cages. 

          Meet Simon and Sandy. Simon is 19 years old and Sandy is about 18. They were together in the same cage for years, then a few years ago she started attacking him, pulling is feathers out etc. Now they are in separate cages but I still keep them next to each other. Sandy is sweet and lovable but something has happened to Simon in his old age. He has turned into a cranky old bird. He is the meanest of all my birds and bites the hardest. 
 

Im sorry to say, but Simon just died  (May 17,1997)My good buddy of 19 years....................... ..............

          Next came the African Greys. Our Wedding Birds.   My husband doesnt wear jewelery and didnt want a wedding band. So I bought him a wedding bird. I did make the mistake of buying Fred at the beginning of our honeymoon instead of at the end of it. Here is the story.
FRED WILMA

So off we went. Spent a couple days in Calistoga getting our mud baths and massages. THEN something strange happened. Everytime I would ask Terry where he wanted to go or what he wanted to do. He got this strange look in his eyes. (and no, it wasnt the honeymoon look) He wanted to go get his baby bird and go home to play with it!!!  Yes, folks, we cut our honeymoon short (on Wed) to go and take Fred home.

After we were home, Terry didnt want me to play with Fred. He wanted to make sure Fred liked him best. Ohhh, it just killed me to have a baby bird in the house and not play with it. Dont tell Terry but I did play with Fred when he wasnt home...

I couldnt stand it!! So two weeks after bringing Fred home, we went back to the breeders and bought Wilma. A baby grey for ME!

     And then came Shackley. 

We put a deposit on him when he was an egg. The next few months were horrible, waiting for him to grow up so we could take him home. We made many visits to the breeders during this time. We really didnt know which of the 3 babies would be ours. Finally the day came. We got our choice of the 3 babies. What a decision that was! One baby was very shy, one was very aggressive and the third was in between (sounds like I'm writing about the 3 bears). Terry wanted the aggressive one, I wanted the shy one, so we went with the "middle" one. And what a wonderful choice we made.

Shackley is a wonderful bird. Cuddly, affectionate and very lovable. He talks but not as much as the Greys or Eclectus. He says about 10 phrases. He is very good when it comes to clipping wings and nails. I put him on the counter, hold him next to my stomach and clip away. He just stands there, ok, he does wiggle abit and growls at me but its much better on all of us than trying to towel him.

He is also a great Watch Bird. He lets me know when someone is at the door (he either screams or says Hello). We had a repairman working on our house one day, And Shackley did not like him one bit. Everytime the man would enter the room, Shackley would scream the loudest scream. He didnt want that man around. Normally he wants attention but not with this guy. Makes me wonder about the repairman.

He doesnt mind the dogs at all. If one is laying between him and I, Shackley just walks right over the top of them to get to me.
 

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