Spring fever?

Don't know what's up with this bird, but after nearly two years in our home the AGP's suddenly getting adventurous: Last night she climbed down off the back of the couch onto the floor and went looking for the Birdfather in the kitchen.

It's only taken her about 12 years, but the AGP has finally figured out how to climb down off her table-top perch.

Custody battle

On Inside Edition tonight, there's a story about these two women slugging it out in court over Tequila, the African Grey, lost and renamed Lucky. He got lost, and after about two weeks on his own found a new home. Three years later, his two moms met at a coffee shop, discovered their common love of parrots, and one thing led to another. Woman #1 figures out that woman #2 has her old parrot. Woman #2 won't give him back, so woman #1 sues. And wins. Parrot went home today.

Adopt-a-Macaw

I have heard third-hand that Bird Daddy's in Marietta, GA (USA) has four Scarlet Macaws for adoption. Word is that two are a breeding pair and should be adopted together. Their elderly owner died. They come with cages and all their other stuff from their first home.

I will post more later, after the store opens and I can get first-hand info.

Grey Eats a Grape

Grey Eats a Grape, originally uploaded by wherepineswhisper.

Outside on a pleasant early spring afternoon.

The Owl

I just finished reading Wesley the Owl, by Stacey O'Brien. I know, it's not about a parrot, but it is by a woman who kept a bird for 18 years, and about the incredibly deep and affectionate relationship they had.

O'Brien's a smart, funny writer and she makes this a rollicking good read right up until the last. It is not to be missed.

Odd

I was sitting in the bird room, keeping the AGP company and attending to some paperwork chores yesterday, when the bluebirds arrived.

To clarify, they've been hanging around in the neighborhood for a week or two, but this was the first appearance I've noted at my bluebird box.

The odd part was that Mr. Bluebird brought two ladies to examine the box! I've never seen that before. He went in first, and they hung out on the top and front until he'd done checking it out. When he popped out, the Sister Wives got in a fight about, one presumes, who was going to go in next.

They fought to a standoff and both left.

Today, Mr. B. was back, alone.

Wonder what that was all about?