I receive many calls on the Parrot Hotline. I receive so many calls about birds needing homes because of allergies, divorce, relocation, etc. When the club adopts out the birds there is a process of a member picking up the bird from the
donor, after filling out an adoption application.I am not on the adoption committee, so I usually don’t get involved with these placements. One day I received a call that a bird had to be out of the house before Christmas. A very plucked cherry head conure needed to be placed immediately after all calls to try and place this bird had been unsuccessful.
I guess everyone wants a fully feathered, friendly talking bird.
Since the caller seemed in a desperate situation, I decided to trek out and pick up the bird. I needed this like a hole in the head, already housing 20 birds, but then what the heck is one more. I figured I would keep him until I found him a home. Chuckie was kept in a very neat home, but I believe that he was only being fed sunflowers seeds, not a very sufficient diet. His dishes were dirty, which is nothing new. You can change them several times a day, and they can still always look cloudy.
I was told that Chuckie had been in this home for 6 years, having been given to the owner when he was a year old. I guess the novelty of owning him had worn off. The kids were grown, and it had become a tedious chore to clean up the messy cage. It had been months since he had been out of the cage and his cage was covered promptly at 7:30 each evening, in order to quiet him down. I had a nice talk with the owner, who signed surrender papers and helped me take Chuckie and his meager possessions of a bag of food and one toy to the car. It’s always sad splitting up a family and I told the woman that if she changed her mind that she could always has Chuckie back. Lifestyles change and commitments can not always be kept.
On the way home, Chuckie kept trying to bite me, as I would try to pet him through the cage bars. I figured that I would leave him alone when he got home until he was acclimated to his foster home. But no, my husband, Dennis had to take the bird and explore the house. This bird was so excited to be out of his cage. He was also fully flighted so off came the flight feathers and his nails were clipped. Then he was allowed to spend time in his cage to calm down.
Over the next few days, I found him to be pretty friendly. He was and still is not finger trained, but each time I wanted to play with him, I would encompass my arms around the top of the cage, where he hung out and he would come running and jump on my shoulders. He loved hanging out in the kitchen while I prepared the meals for the rest of the flock. I was given a spiral perch that I placed on the top of Chuckie’s cage. It took a few days for him to step up on it, but once he was used to it, he loved hanging out on it, blowing kisses and humming. He looked so weird, with his totally naked belly and chest. Once in a while a few pin feathers come in, but they disappear quickly.