This is the image you would see of our two birds if you visited us. The picture of contentment. Stick around a little bit or laugh very loudly and you will hear something else. That's another matter but this is what you would see.
We really enjoy Kiwi and Skittles. It’s an awful lot like having a couple kids.
Looking back we may have erred in keeping them both but how could we do otherwise. They were so perfectly bonded. That’s at least a likely reason why they don’t talk a lot.
We hear them talking when they think we aren’t listening. I think they are talking to each other. A lot of it is like a friend of ours calls CB talk. You know they are saying something but you can’t tell what. It sounds like what you would hear if you heard crowd noise but cannot make out individual conversations.
Every day we give them vegetables twice and fill up their bowls with the cereal concoction that we mix. They, in their turn give us a lot of enjoyment.
We really enjoy Kiwi and Skittles. It’s an awful lot like having a couple kids.
Looking back we may have erred in keeping them both but how could we do otherwise. They were so perfectly bonded. That’s at least a likely reason why they don’t talk a lot.
We hear them talking when they think we aren’t listening. I think they are talking to each other. A lot of it is like a friend of ours calls CB talk. You know they are saying something but you can’t tell what. It sounds like what you would hear if you heard crowd noise but cannot make out individual conversations.
Every day we give them vegetables twice and fill up their bowls with the cereal concoction that we mix. They, in their turn give us a lot of enjoyment.
Today Sally told me that I should do what I could with their cage before the weather turned cold. Of course it was too late. It had been raining off and on and the cold front was now here. We have a covered porch so it was only cold. Not wet. At least, not until I went to work.
About that time the question occurred to me whether we owned them or they owned us.
I think any of you that have ever had a pet that went potty indoors, whether a cat in a litter box or a bird in a cage have some sort of opinion. By the way, the white floor covering under the cage is just because of that CBB syndrome. Never heard of that? Probably not. I just invented the Captive Bird Bowels syndrome.
This never goes long without being scraped and vacumed. Sometimes it gets bad enough that only the power washer will do. Tonight the power washer began to remove some of the slick covering. Need to replace with something plastic.
About that time the question occurred to me whether we owned them or they owned us.
I think any of you that have ever had a pet that went potty indoors, whether a cat in a litter box or a bird in a cage have some sort of opinion. By the way, the white floor covering under the cage is just because of that CBB syndrome. Never heard of that? Probably not. I just invented the Captive Bird Bowels syndrome.
This never goes long without being scraped and vacumed. Sometimes it gets bad enough that only the power washer will do. Tonight the power washer began to remove some of the slick covering. Need to replace with something plastic.
The smaller trays go under the cages. We used to line them with paper which is the preferred route. Skittles decided when she got bigger that she should climb down there and shred the paper. Makes a double mess. After that I started taking them outside with a brush and a water hose.
Your opinion may differ but when I get started on this, I feel as though this might be the best friend I have. Supposedly you just need to spray on and wipe off. It's more difficult than that. Especially if your bird eats vegetables. Grain eaters are a little easier.
You know what works on your critter but I like this stuff.
You know what works on your critter but I like this stuff.
The cages had become a mess as well. It’s pretty hard to clean them in the house. Outside. Break out the power washer. That’s the little rig setting on the bench. The white plate can be fixed to the wall on a permanent basis. I may do that.
Well anyway that’s what it seems to take to keep them. Feed them and clean up after them. I think they might, in fact, own me. I guess I don’t care.
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