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02/21/2007
Look for photos of Ying, Tang, Misty Bear, Jazz and Jake on the Gallery page in the near
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We are a family that loves animals of all kinds. We have three Shar-Pei dogs, two large aquariums, and one pond in the back yard that supports fish and frogs. Wild birds visit our feeder throughout the year and provide a constant parade of beautiful colors and sounds. Early in August of 1999, we entered our pet store to purchase dog food. As is our custom, we wandered around to see what was new. In a cage to the far left were two cockatiels. I asked the manager about these birds and he said that they were there on consignment. These birds were a mated pair. They were beautiful. In the car, I asked my wife what she thought about two new additions to our zoo. After her counsel, I decided not to get too excited and put off the idea of getting these birds. The next Monday, at work, I found myself thinking about these two little guys and decided that they would be part of our group. After all, our cat had passed on after 16 years of life and we had not had any birds at all. The last time I had a bird was when my father and I raised parakeets as a hobby. I was about 12 then, some 40 + years ago. I called the pet shop and asked them to hold the birds and that I would pick them up that evening after work. I had a cage that someone had given us that should be suitable. I called my wife and asked her to pick up the cage on her way home from work while I would pick up the birds. The plans were set. That evening I walked into the pet store and the manager proceeded to demonstrated how tame the female was. She would sit on his finger and then on his shoulder. I also noticed that the male would get pretty upset when the female left the cage to be with the manager. They were finally bundled up and ready for their trip to our home. They made their uneventful trip in a small pet carrier. My wife eventually arrived with the cage. While the birds and I were waiting we spent time together with me trying to calm them down and establish a friendship. The cage was set up and the two went inside. WAY TOO SMALL!!!!! The next day, I purchased a larger cage that would handle the pair and while at this pet store, I noticed a brightly colored parrot. The parrot was small and very noisy. I asked what the bird was and told it was a Sun Conure. I knew nothing about them, but became fascinated at such brilliant color. I moved the cockatiels, now named Jazz and Jake into their new home. They were happy as could be and were getting more proficient at fighting my finger and hand when I would try to get them out. Jazz, the female, would come to me and sit on my finger for about a mili-second while Jake, the male, raised seven kinds of cane. I was disappointed that I, with a gracious personality, was unable to immediately convince these two new friends that they should come, sit on my shoulder, and ride around with me. I realized that I could not play with these birds until I had spent several months working with them. Now, each day, We play with them, but understand the patience and time it will take to get them fully trained to be our walk-around partners. Now I was on the look out for a parrot that had a personality that would allow us to play with it immediately. The next day, I went to a pet shop, found a really neat cage that was large and on sale, so I bought it. Jazz and Jake were transferred to the bird castle and are very happy in their new home.
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Soon after we had spent lots of dollars on bird supplies, cages and stuff, I wandered into a pet store and saw two baby Conures: one a Sun and the other a Nanday. These little guys were in a Plexiglas cage and seemed to be having fun. My previous experience with other pet store parrots was getting bit every time I tried to get one on my finger. Bo Jingles was the little Nanday. The bird lady opened the cage and let me hold Bo. It was almost immediate bonding. The little bird was affectionate and fluffed and made some little guttural and quiet chirping sounds. Of course, the decision was instant. I put Bo on hold so I could pick him/her up after work. At 5:00 PM, returned to pick up our new baby to take home. Before leaving the store, I fed little baby Bo with the syringe. The Bo was a good eater and would bob his/her little head up and down until the next load of mush was delivered (I have had experience in feeding baby birds from years earlier and was confident about feeding this one). Bo rode in a cardboard carrier and was letting me know how he/she felt about not seeing things such a racket from such a little package. Unlike his/her little friend, Bo had been the quieter of the two at the pet store.
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At the start, my wife called the little bird, "baby" and that was fine. We both realized that baby would grow and so we were trying to think of a name that would work after this child got out of diapers. Not knowing its gender made it even more difficult. My mother in law came over to see the new baby. She held and played with the little one and then as if in vision, she announced that this babys name was to be "BoJingles". Those of you with a mother in law know that a pronouncement like that make it a fact.
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Bo, so far, is only crying out loudly when he/she is sitting right next to my ear or when he/she wants either one of us to pick him/her up. When we open the front door to come in the house, there is always a welcome home call from Bo. Bo has his/her established bed time and when that time comes, he/she tucks his/her head over its back and goes night, night - no matter what is going on. He/she is a fairly quiet bird and seldom makes any noises when we are not in the same room as him/her. We have decided as all good parents do, that this child is an exception to Conure noise myth. Additionally, we believe that Conures have different personalities. My wife says that Bo is probably a female because Bo is so sweet and affectionate. I let my wife's opinion on the gender guess stand for now. From here on out, Bo shall be a she!!! I received an email from a sweet lady who has a Conure and she said that our Vet can sex Bo for a reasonable fee. I will probably arrange that in the near future and announce Bo's "coming out" here on this site.
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Second update (10/21/99): Bo is now completely weaned. She is eating almost anything that we give her. We have posted some photos of her in the "bathing mode" on her gallery page. Like most ladies, she has really bad hair days. She now greets us when the front door opens with her screeches of happiness and is demanding immediate attention. We leave the radio on for her each day and I am sure the she enjoys listening to Rush Limbaugh and Dr. Laura. Bo will be a very wise critter after exposure to these great personalities. At night, just before bedtime, she is practicing her talking mode. We are sure that she will be talking in the near future. We are continually amazed at her activity and the various mood swings that she demonstrates. She is quite the little green nut! We have fondly named her "botor motor" - we must be schizophrenic as we like rhyming words.
Bo is making progress. Last night she told us "night, night". I thought that she would not talk until she was nine months of age. We are beginning to sound like parents of a child that is learning to talk! I am not sure that this is not just an accident or we were hearing things, but what the heck, its better than nothing! Bo got a new nick name this last week: "The Green Demon". I figured out that I don't interrupt her when she is eating something that she is really fond of. Wow, talk about becoming a demon. This little lady removed two or three layers of skin in a heart beat. That beak is a real affective unit. She really knows how to do beak work. She helped me spill a beverage on my key board and send it to the land of retired computer components. Never the less, this little character is such an affectionate thing. I can really appreciate folks who own these little rascals and the pleasure they provide. |
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Well, I survived the holidays and our computer did not break at the turn of the millennium. Today is an event that I am not sure about. My dad is taking me and Kellogg to the vet to get us sexed. What a trip this should be. I have not been out of this house since I came home in September. Kellogg is getting his wings and toenails clipped and that should calm him down some. He is louder than I am by a long shot. I am talking a lot now and have gone through my first molt. I have also gone through a series of personality changes. I am talking a lot now and I think mom and dad can almost understand me. I will let you know if I am a boy or a girl as soon as Mom and Dad find out (I already know!). Bo
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Well, what can I say. Sometimes parents are wrong - especially with us FIDs (feathered kids)
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Well, things are changing drastically in my house. Dad has become a clown and when he dresses up, it really scares me. He is kind and does not mean to scare me. Maybe someday, I will get over it and go with him to meet the children. If you want to see my dad as a clown, click here his name is J-BOW. I really chatter away. I think Mom and Dad understand me, but not sure if anyone else can. I like to say "pretty baby Bo" because I am pretty. I think it is breeding season. I have been a little testy lately. I really have a ball. I have this green little tent in my cage and I really like it. I sleep there at night and come out when the folks get up. Mom takes me out and I spend the morning with her, while dad takes care of Kellogg while he is working on his computer. I have learned to play with some new toys - the paper in the bottom of my cage and an old ball point pen. Yesterday, I laid on my back in my cage and held the pen on top of me and fluffed and chattered away (I must be losing my mind). These hormones are nutso. I love to beg for food that the folks are eating. They are careful not to feed me things that will make me sick. I am still a growing FID and really like to get out of my cage. I have spent some time on the floor lately as I jump down off the table and walk around to see what is going on down there. I am not sure I like that, but I never do that when the puppies are in the house. Got to go, but will be adding some more photos here in the near future.
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Well, this a day in the life of a parrot. I am now telling Dad and Mom, "bye, bye baby!" What can I say? Kellogg, my Cockatoo brother, comes and sits next in the room, he sometimes crows and carries on like only a male cockatoo can do. I can mimic him to the point that my parents have to come and see if Kellogg is in the room. Dad is trying to get me to say, "Go Broncos"! I have nothing against football, but I think he is nutso. One of these days, probably after this football season, I will surprise him with the "Go Broncos." He is really strange and he even tries to get Kellogg to say it too. I have really made progress. I beaked the living daylights out of my Mom's favorite ink pen. She did not mind. I also have beaked a few more things. I have found out how to throw a fit and do when I don't get my way. I bite, but rarely break the skin. I can get my folks attention. We had an interesting trip this last weekend. We all went to Mom and Dad's ranch and stayed in a travel trailer with them for a couple of nights. I can imitate Magpie birds now. This ought to be fun. Well, that's about it for now. I will try to get a recording of my talking here in the next month or two and then you can decide for yourself how well I talk. Botor Motor
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More to come:
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[Jake and Jazz] [Kellogg] [Links]