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We have this one (large). I really like it. Cheap and simple. The best thing I like about it is the tray on the bottom. That thing is so easy to clean. Poop will not stick to it and just a simple bit of water and it wipes clean as new. The only thing I recommend with this one is to find a way to secure the door if you have the bird outside in it. I don't trust the mechanism to keep it closed. We opted for this one over a Kings cage as I didn't want to spend close to $900 for three cages and these have worked very well. We use them as feeding cages so the mess is contained in dining room.

GlennMarsh is just an idiot spammer that needs to be removed from the forums. Disregard any of his crap.

Our Greycie will do a Kookaburra (my wife is Australian) and she also does a drunk chicken. The drunk chicken came about when Greycie was drawling out the tail end of the brock-brock-braaaAAAaaawwwwkkkkk. My wife said she sounds like a chicken that's had too much to drink. So we started asking Greycie to do her drunk chicken. Behind the kookaburra, the drunk chicken is the about the only other animal sound Greycie will do for us when we ask.

I was so taking that video serious for a while, especially with the narrator's voice. Speaking of spiders, I love to tell this one: We have a Garden Spider that lives around our house catching bugs over my wife's flower garden. One day she set up her web at the entrance to our covered porch which is on the way to the entry door we use. I walked right through her web and she ended up on my left shoulder. I could see her sitting there. I asked my wife to get a stick and get her off of me. Now, I'm not one to get squeamish about spiders. I will actually play with tarantulas or those cute little fuzzy spicers with 8 eyes ( I have no idea what they're called). Roaches are what gross me out. But this 4-inch spider sitting on my shoulder about to bolt up my neck was nearly too much. My wife grabbed a stick and was trying to flip it off of me and the spider did exactly what I didn't want - ran up my neck and across my cheek into my hair. I. FLIPPED. OUT. I always get chills thinking of that day.... This is a garden spider similar to what ran across my face with someone's hand for perspective on it's size:

I feel that Sophie must approve of these girlfriends for Sean. For sure he will need a parrot-loving soul mate and who better to interrogate the candidates than Sophie?!?

Oh wow...with a situation like that, there's no reason not to try it and see if she likes it. We took Greycie to Austin with us and stayed in a motel within the first week of bringing her home. She always wants to be where we are.

I'm planning to lay about a foot or two of wire on the ground surrounding the aviary just below the surface to keep any digger out. We're not too worried about the diggers as my dogs will be on patrol in the yard anytime my birds are out. They will kill anything foreign that dares set foot on the property. What I'm worried about is the hawks. Our dogs chase those too but of course can't fly. If anyone has any ideas about what to plant inside the aviary, shoot me some ideas. We're trying to figure out whether to go with playground chips, grass or something else.

By the way, this is the 'Costco carport' which I detailed in the 'Costco Outdoor Aviary' thread. Step 1: complete - Setup the structure in various places and see if we like the placement. We bought two of these intending to set them end to end or side-by-side. They turned out to be a LOT larger than I anticipated sitting in our backyard. Although we live on two acres, the available spaces I have that I am comfortable with keeping my babies is limited, i.e. as close to the house as possible. We originally set it up next to the house inline with the covered back porch. We finally decided a pergola type aviary would be much better suited for that space. So we decided to knock down a corner of our immediate backyard fence and place it in the corner under a tree. We're pretty pleased with the location. Step 2: complete - Bury the concrete footings, square and level I assumed this would take a few hours. It took a whole damn day from 5:30am to around 6pm. I was beat. It's good that GreycieMae was available to sit in her supervisors quarters and assure that things are built to specs.

Yes ( I don't do it myself ). Bird poop, or primarily grass/veggies/fruit eaters poop generally does not bother me. Meat eaters and such, I can't stand it. So it doesn't bother me when my birdies poop in the food disposal and I send it on it's way.

Sounds like Inara only has so much patience for hooman silliness.

6:30-7:00am - uncovered and taken from bird room to the kitchen. Give Dad lots of sweet beaks and thanks and kisses, be sweet as can be. Poop in the sink. +15 minutes - eat the breakfast Mom or Dad has made, in the feeding cage in the dining room. I don't much like my feeding cage but Dad says it keeps him sane because I like to drop my food over the edge of the counters, all of them. Plus it keeps me from fighting with my two feathered siblings. 1-1.5 hours of Dad time before he escapes from the house. Sometimes I play in the living room, swinging from my chain, rawwwrrring like a crazed pterodactyl, AND 10-20 exercise flights around the living room and kitchen to take some of the naughty out. OR Put out on the back covered porch in our feeding cages to enjoy the sun and fresh air while Mom and Dad make a bigger mess of the yard. 8:00-8:30 Dad leaves for work - Mom is supposed to be in charge but I, Greycie the Magnificent is in charge of my Queendom. I will either be left out on the porch while Mom slaves away making an even bigger mess or we'll come in and play and then off to the bird room for screeching, throwing toys from the toy basket, eats and more eats, my radio playing my favorite music. Mom will alternate putting one of us in our cage while the others are out as we can't seem to get along in threes, but in twos we're ok. Dad seems to have a way of monitoring us through the rotating eyeball on the desk and if I'm causing mayhem and mischief, Mom gets a call and busts it up pronto. 2:00-3:00'ish - quiet time. We seem to naturally settle and even snooze around this time, but not everyday. Some days mayhem and destruction must ensue throughout the afternoon, trashing the bird room. 4:00pm - Mom comes and gets all three of us and puts us on the counter. We stare at her knowing full-well she knows it's treat time. If the treat time seed mix doesn't come out fast enough, mayhem and destruction will befall the kitchen. So we get treats pronto. Then it's play time till Dad gets home. 6:00pm - DADS HOME!!!! I disown Mommy - no thanks given. 6:30pm -8pm - If it's Tues or Thurs Dad is onto the bike trainer in the spare bedroom with the radio pumped, A/C unit on full blast with a blower and I ride his shoulders or his handle bars screeching my head off to the music. GreycieMae loves her some RockNRoll while Dad's pounding out the watts. - M/W/F ride around on Dad's shoulder and do what he does. 8pm - put the littles to bed. GreycieMae gets 1 hour of sweet cuddles time. Sometimes I talk Mom into talking Dad into going to the Sonic and I steal bites from a vanilla cone. 9pm - I fight the good fight but end up in my sleeping cage anyway.

This one? Re-reading you post, I don't think that's the one you're after.

Is this a foraging toy for parronts?

If that's the worst you get...you're not too bad I once thought I was a cat person. All we've ever done is take in strays. I guess they usually turn out to be the worst cats. All the cats I've ever been around are selfish, useless beings. The one we have now takes the cake - shows up at 5:30-6:00am and 4:00-5:00pm for meal times and the rest of the time doesn't want to have anything to do with us. He hangs out behind the TV hidden all day - lazy baztard. My wife swears up and down they had good cats, mostly Persians, when she was little and they actually like being petted and attention. Once this guy is gone, unless a Raggamuffin shows up at my door, I'm done with cats. These birds are keeping us flat-out just taking care of the three of them.

We use stuffed animals to keep our Grey away from certain areas. But this only works of the other birds are not scared of the trolls. Works in our case due to a Grey's natural paranoia whereas our Jardines and especially our Caique are not afraid of much.

I wouldn't hesitate. Wish I could take mine to work, I'd get absolutely nothing done.

THis is great news...can't wait for the pics. Now to figure out what the solution was. I know you tried several remedies.

Volkman Super Hookbill All three of our birds love this stuff.

Sounds like she needs her own purse with a checkbook in it. Of course you will have to make out like it's your new purse with a checkbook. Our birds are infatuated with the laptop. I've contemplated getting them one to tear up but too many dangers there.

I'm sure this is old and has made the rounds but I've never seen this. I swear it looks just like GreycieMae when I catch her getting into stuff in our kitchen. Just last night I'm out of my chair and find her quietly pacing the counter looking for something to get into. Day before it was a stainless salad bowl we found her in.

We could use your skills around here. I have three busy beaks with busy feets.

GreycieMae trained me not to wear a shirt in the house unless I want a hole in the shoulder. Therefore I have a range of t-shirts that are for house use only. Also, she has trained me to make nice little beaded necklaces using twine so that she is not bored to tears and reduced to going after my watch, my buckle, my ear or other things she must use to curb her urge to chew. Now we are having issues with the ear plugs I choose to wear when she is on my shoulder. Since she has started the ear-piercing shrieks that she learned from my damn Caique, I have to protect my hearing as she has deafened me temporarily on several occasions. This is where we are currently at odds. Constant NOs seems to be working as she is getting less and less interested in trying to get them out of my ears.

Is this Wendy out in Weatherford (or somewhere around that area). I know she has macaws and free-flys them. She is the breeder we got Greycie from.

I have several out there already: Shows a lot of her natural self - *BEWARE LONG*

I keep forgetting about this with Greycie...she absolutely loves being chased. We have this game we play. My chair in the living room is just around the corner out of sight from the kitchen. Greycie will throw a stainless measuring cup off the counter and crash and bang it and wait for me to come tearing around the corner to get her. She hunkers and runs around the sink while I chase her. She reminds of a little buzzard when she does that. I need to bust out the camera and film it.