My owner is usually out during the day, and I miss her.   But she's home all the time now and I need 'some space' -- Help!!!

I like having her home, but not ALL THE TIME!  I mean, I enjoy more time out of my cage, sure; but something is creepy about her being here always.  Like ALL THE TIME!  You guys know this can't be normal.  Should I be worried?  Honestly, I think she's a bit stressed... and mental.

What's going on???

I usually post regular photos of my cats and Alfie to my own social media accounts. It might seem a bit daft but I recently decided to start a twitter account for Alfie - which is written as if he is posting the content. I have actually found it to be quite fun and I have connected with several other pet accounts (and regular human accounts!). It allows me to share some of Alfie's antics and see what other people's pets (mostly birds) are getting up to.

I just wondered if anyone else here does similar?

[h=2]Parrots, macaws and allies[/h]Order: Psittaciformes Family: Psittacidae

Parrots are small to large birds with a characteristic curved beak. Their upper mandibles have slight mobility in the joint with the skull and they have a generally erect stance. All parrots are zygodactyl, having the four toes on each foot placed two at the front and two to the back.

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And the the scarest thing of all....!!!!!!! Except Nilah of course has claimed this as hers immediately!

Rikki and I are the smart ones...we know those bags of things are gonna eat us in our sleep.....:rolleyes:.

I stole this from Birds computer...this is where she's going...do any of your bird friends know if we should be scared or not?????? Oh, and she says she's going on Monday...what's a Monday ????

http://bird-paradise.biz/about-us/

Nilah hates cold, so she refused to join in the ice cream cake.....told ya she was dumb!

My day does not start off well. I wake up with the sun around 6:00am. I then start whistling for dad. Often, dad ignores me and does not come right away. Sometime it is not until 7:30am before dad comes to get me out of my cage.

Every other day or so, I get a shower. Dad gets me all wet and then I am patted by an evil towel. I am not sure what type of torture this is supposed to be, but he pats me all over and then he lets me sit and drip.

When dad is shaving, he does not let me play with the shaving cream.

What is with that? He's such an SOB!!!!

After playing with me for a measly hour, dad makes my breakfast. I like to take things out of my bowl and throw them while dad is preparing things, but he doesn't let me do that anymore. Now he makes me WATCH while is getting things ready. I feel like I am going to have a breakdown at these times. I hate his cruelty.

BREAKFAST SUCKS!!! Dad puts all this crap in my bowl. Pellets, Dried fruit, nuts, seeds, and other things. I think he is trying to starve me to death. All I need are peanuts. And French fries. Just fill my bowl with peanuts and French fries and I'll be fine. I've tried to tell him this but he won't listen. He just doesn't care how I feel.

When dad leaves for work he puts me in my huge cage. Or should I say the torture chamber. There are things hanging all over the place. Bells, ropes, plastic things, wood things, all sorts of things. I tried attacking these things and ripping them to shreds, but new ones keep showing up. It'a a never ending uphill battle.

Once a week, dad takes me to work. This is not fun. He puts me in a plastic box and then puts me in the car. I can't see where I am going!! I dig and dig and finally he lets me out so I can see, but it takes him FOREVER!! Just think about it--1/2 hr IS FOREVER!!

At work, there are a whole bunch of evil people. They all try to touch

Me, and play with me. I just bite them all. Except for one guy. I like him.

Dinner time is teasing time. Dad eats his dinner and does not give it all to me. Sometimes, he gives me a piece of his dinner, but I just throw it on the floor to point out my displeasure. There are times I prefer take out, plain and simple but he just shrugs.

Finally, I can't even start to tell you about all the things that I can't do. I can't chew on the paper towels that dad used to clean up my poop. I

Can't chew on dad's mail. I can't chew on dad's notebook computer. I can't chew on the remote control. I can't chew on the telephone cable. Anyway, you get the point. I'm a parrot and simply wanna try the unknown. You think he cares??

So, please, please, If you know of a home that can satisfy my needs, let me know immediately.

Thank you all, for your help and understanding.

Bless you

I'll start! I really like Rom's new kitchen! I found a spot I really like to chew! She keeps putting up this pan, in my favorite spot. Does she really think that will stop me? LOl Sophie

But we'll survive cause she's driving 4 hours to our Disney land to the Bird of Paradise store to spend it all on US to buy toys snd perches! Hope she gets some hard wooden toys for us to chew up. , we'll miss her but I will be worth it. She won't be home till dark. Can't wait!

So here is the first post:

Dayo - My life in a Human world, as a Congo African Grey Parrot

My name is Dayo. I Hatched into this world on April 28th 2007. I wanted to share my life to this point. The reason for this, is my Human Parents both will pass on before I will. My future home will need to know my background to understand me and interact with me properly. My Mom and Dad spent years teaching, loving and caring for me. I am a sentient being, intelligent, talkative, comedian, demanding and most importantly fully flighted. I enjoy my freedom most of all.

Now, on to my story.

I am a Parrot species called “Congo African Grey” (CAG) that originates in the Congo Rain Forests area of Africa. We are known to have life spans up to 50 or 60 years in the wild. However, the average in the dangerous and tough life of the wild is around 30 years. It is thought the average is 35 to 40 years in captivity. However with a healthy diet of other than just seeds and nuts enhanced with Pellets, Vegetables, Fruit and plenty of exercising like flight and playing, we are expected to live close to our wild maximum life span in captivity.

At some point in time of the distant past, my Parents were captured and shipped to the United States. A Parrot Breeder purchased them legally over 25 years ago. I do know this was made illegal by the U.S. Wild Bird Conservation Act of 1992. The Breederplaced my parents in a small 3 x 3 x 4 cage with a small nest box in it. They lived out the rest of their miserable lives (compared to the wild) in captivity. I do not claim that all Breeders provide this type of living condition, but most do. Also, there are many hundreds if not thousands of breeding pairs that were born in captivity and never knew what it was like to be in the wild; therefore being in the company of Humans and their environment is natural to them.

I was hatched on the 28th of April 2007. The first memories I have, is of feeling the warmth of my mother and father keeping me and the rest of my Clutch toasty warm and safe under them as they would sit and droop their wings down to keep the area enclosed and warm. They also fed us great warm food regurgitated made especially just for us.

Then one day when we were about a week or two old, while my parents were out, I felt a strange warm “Something” pick me up and it also picked up the rest of my clutch!!! The unfortunate part is, our eyes were not yet open when we were taken from the nest, so we do not know what our parents looked like. I guess I and my clutch were lucky; some babies are taken from their parents before they even hatch. However, some Breeders leave the chicks with the parents until 3 weeks of age.

We were then placed in a plastic container with material on the bottom and placed in a warm box with added humidity, it was called a Brooder. It was really a rather small place, but so is a nest of a wild African Grey Pair, which normally sets up home in the hole of a tree. I never felt the nice warm underbelly of my parents again and miss the gentle nuzzles, feeding and pampering by my parents. But, the things handling me and the clutch are gentle, but their hands are a little cold compared to the warm bodies of our parents.

 

1 week old Chicks

 

 

 

Hey, there’s another clutch of Grey’s in another Brooder right next to us and about the same age!! How cool is that? They put something on one of my legs that crimped around it. I heard them call it a Leg Band that will identify me and who the breeder was. It feels rather strange and I don’t like it much. It was also strange being held like that and was actually rather scary. But, while we were all out of the brooder, but remained in the container, they fed us each some pretty good tasting formula and it was warm too! I could hear them talking in high and happy voices to me. They also held me for a while and gently stroked me. It was comforting and made me feel safe and secure.

 

 

Both clutches in Brooder

 

 

 

 

When we were getting fed, I kept having to push against the others to get mine too! I later learned I didn’t need to worry, the loving Breeders made sure we each got fed every time. They feed us 4 or 5 times over a 24 hour period. Of course, we’re only 5 weeks old and now have eyes open and can see these blurry huge humans feeding us. They are very gentle and talk to us in very exciting voices. But, we can’t stay out long, we have no feathers and it gets really cold after a while compared to our brooder.

 

I am 6 weeks old now. I and the clutch are still getting fed 4 times in a 24 hours period. The Breeders let us out of the plastic box and place us on the floor to play , and we also run around and check out these strange looking items they call toys. There is some food items there too like different vegetables and fruit. We love the long time out of the brooder!

 

We are changing and instead of bare skin, we have downy feathers and other full feathers growing. Everything is white and shades of gray. Even our eyes are black!

 

I also have this little bright red line of dots (feathers) coming in across my butt!! What’s up with that?

 

My Red Dotted Butt

 

 

Some other Humans came over today I have never seen and they sat and played with us all for a few hours. I and one or two others checked them both out and I let them pick me up, once I had walked over to them. My clutch mates, except one, all just seemed to stay away from them and run around on the floor and explore some and eat the fruit and veggies, but I liked them for some reason. They are really nice people and are very gentle with me. I really liked chewing on a shoe lace or two and also on their shirts. They pointed something at me and also at my clutch that made a real bright flash several times while they were here.

 

These Humans are huge towering like trees. I have to look straight up and focus my eyes really hard to see all the way up to their face and eyes. Just their feet are larger than me! When they reach out to get me, it looks like large tree branches bending out towards me. I wonder how big I am going to get and if that’s what my Parents actually looked like? Oh well, I’m too young to worry about this stuff. It’s play time!

 

We’re 8 weeks old now and the same people keep coming back every week. I run over to them when I see them. I really look forward to these visits. We were all transferred to the big cage at 7 weeks. So both clutches totaling 7 Greys are sharing it. It’s interesting living in a big enclosure. We can climb all over the place and all the way to the top. It has a few perches at the bottom we can get on and sit. It also has some nice towels and blankets on the bottom. They feel soft when I fall. I am clumsy sometimes and just lose my grip.

Here we are at 8 Weeks

 

 

 

It’s interesting getting to know and socializing with the other clutch. Sometimes, we beak each other too hard! One of us had a blood feather bitten and the Breeder moved him to another enclosure for a while so he could heal. I guess we are still learning how to use our powerful beaks properly. He is ok now though and back with us. For the most part we each tend to stay close to our own clutch in the cage and sleep next to each other.

 

 

When I see those people that come over and they walk in the Room. I always run to the front and climb up the cage door and peep and whistle at them. Some the other Grey’s would call too and want their attention, but I was always hanging on the front of the cage door so they would get me first. One or the other of these humans would pick up other Grey’s as well that wanted attention. The breeders also played with us everyday and we had lots of interaction. My Feathers are now becoming very full and those Red Dots on my butt have turned into pretty red growing tail feathers. I like them!! The people coming over I play with liked all my feathers they carried on over my red tail.

 

 

 

8 Weeks – Notice how the other clutch stays isolated sometimes

Just call us Danger Birds!

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WELL I marched my little feathered but down onto the counter climbed up over the box and onto MY potty basket where I belong! I gave Bird the dumbest & dirty look I could muster up...there hope she learned her lesson!!!

My momma moved my bouncy rope and toys from inside my house to the outside and my outside bouncy rope and toys to the inside of my house. How Dare She!!!!! Now everything is bad. :mad: To get her back for ruining the inside and outside of my house I bite her lots and lots as hard as I can. It does not matter that she put everything back where it was it is still bad.

My (Oscar's) joke for the week:

After a long flight trying to find his way back home (I don't mean way way back, as in the Congo- I just mean this Grey wanted to find his way back to his caring human), a male Grey lands in front of a restaurant to get a glass of water (it's more fun to drink from cups) and use the restroom (he was potty trained). The Grey walks into the ladies room by accident. He doesn't notice his mistake until a woman shrieks and shoos him out. Startled by the human's response, the Grey calls out, "What am I, an Eclectus?"

It has been 7 days since I first arrived here. Which is 7 days in African Grey parrot time. It has been interesting observing the human behavior I have witnessed. It is not exactly what I would consider "normal". For one thing, Mary doesn't have screaming young pestering me and throwing apple pieces at me. Don't ask me why, but I still like apples. Mary also gets very close to me, which sometimes makes me nervous but other times I kind of like the attention. You know that door opening sound I mentioned? Well, I learned that in one of my last three homes (I don't remember which one, since they were basically all the same). I would hear doors opening and closing a lot, and I learned to make that sound for humans to indicate I would like more pellets or water or whatnot. But the thing is, and not to be mean, humans can be kind of dim. So many times no one came for me. You may wonder why I used the door opening sound on Mary if I was so used to people ignoring my requests for attention, but I guess there was just something about her. Don't get me wrong, I don't trust her yet (and maybe I never will), but she just seemed to "get me" on some level. Like, when I first met her, I made my loudest scream for as long as I could. But she just sat there and didn't move. She had this look in her eyes I had never seen before. I think humans call it "concern". Anyway, I felt a little safer, especially when she used a soft voice between my screams. I started screaming a little less, at least until the human young commenced with the pestering. Plus there were a lot of angry voices in that house!

As I study this particular human, I will have more to say about whether or not her behavior is in line with what I have come to expect. I hope from the bottom of my heart that it will not be.

Anyway, I should get to perch now but I will be back tomorrow.

When mama cleans out the cages, she puts these strange white things on her hands first before she touches our leftovers. I don’t know why…they were so good I share with her but she just says no thank you… :confused: hmmm, I just don’t know why she doesn’t like them too…oh well, more for us…oooohh, oooohh, here she comes with more…bye…

Greetings all, Joe here…Salsa can be bought off so cheaply…just throw her some food and she is gone faster than a warp drive shuttle… I do have to admit though, that now that I have discovered the wide range of wonderful food offerings being offered, I really enjoy my food now…even those “peppers”. I tried to mind-meld with Poppa while eating one the other day but he did not enjoy the experience…I might have to think that one through for a while :confused:…Last night, Babe was running very late with our dinner because Poppa had to go to the vet and they got home late. Babe made us veggies, brown rice and pasta…I took one taste and…bleeech…:mad:I tossed that plate on the floor…I thought we were getting eggs! I gave her a dirty look and turned my back…That’s when I saw the plate on the counter with eggs…I flew over but I misjudged my landing and I landed on the plate…Oh no! The plate fell off the counter and there I went again…flying over to Poppa who kept me safe from that mean plate! Babe fixed a new plate and I settled for the rice and veggies although I let her know I was not pleased with it! When I was done, I shoved away the plate, climbed down to my little table next to my cage, shoved away Poppa’s water glass and bent over to grab my pistachios out of my jar they keep there for me! What a disappointing dinner…wait, what is that smell? Okay…I will settle for a bite of pizza bread crust…got to go…mmmm…good….