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You've got just a little bit too much time on your hands post the mag. I will say that I saw the little booger last Saturday at Danville's 2X WQE and my guess is he/she will go 13" class easy!!! I thought you said he/she was a he but I didn't see the required parts so I'd enter "IT" in the 13" bitch class first.
JUST MY OPINION!!!
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I do not treat him with kid gloves at all. I will put him on a perch in a remote part of his cage and make him figure out how to get down and to his nest. Usually he sees me and plasters himself (hanging on the wires) as close as he can get - trying to get to me, then I break down and get him out, lol.
In the mornings and late evenings, we go outside (him in my hand) and I let him converse with his natural father who is always waiting on the wire nearby.
Crazy thing. If I put him in his "nest", he won't come out on his own. He will back his hiney out to poop, but he won't come all the way out of that nest until I put my hand in there to get him. He sleeps all night - from 11:00 pm to 6 or 7 am. He's an amazing little creature with a definite personality.[/quote]
He looks amazing! The reason he backs up his butt to poop is because instinct tells these babies to keep the nest clean. On the eagle boards its called "slicing" There are a couple of funny videos someone has put together. I'll try to find a link.
Not sure how smart sparrows are but, if you tell him "step up" when you put your finger out he should learn it pretty quick. Our parrots do anyway.
That bird should be getting old enough to house train. Try clicker training and treating to see if you can get Pooper pooping where you want. Seems you have lots of time these days!!! lol Fish can be trained to go through hoops on command so Pooper should poop where you want!
I grew up with my Grandma's budgy running around the table. He ate porridge, grapefruit, toast, mashed potatoes with gravy. He left a little pile every once in awhile for us to add to dinner. Ricky used to dive bomb anyone that was scared of birds. Always made me laugh... seeing Charlie duck from the little bird flying over. Ricky had a heart attack in my hands one Christmas Day and we had to have a funeral. That bird taught me lots, I was one of the few grandchildren (13) that could handle the bird.
Beagles and birds and farms, it all goes together!
Hey Carolyn! I know that Pooper will make a deposit approximately 10 seconds after i pick him up out of his nest, so I perch him on my finger and let it drop to the cage liner before I bring him out any farther, lol. Don't know about training the bird, but I'm fairly trained to his potty habits. Where I get in trouble is when I allow him to perch on me for an extended period of time as I go about the house doing things. I forget how much time passes.
Okay here's a pic for everyone. I just found it the other day in an old album. I left it large so I won't post it here - it will stretch the page and that's a pain in the butt. Click on the link, though, and you can see it original size.
If you all get sick of these updates, tell me in private mesage so i don't get too humiliated... but, here's one from this morning. I took his cage and all outside on the back porch so he could listen to the other birds and chatter with his parents (without me holding him).
Again, it's a large video size - 11 megs worth, but you can see some of Pooper's very first flights. I left him out there alone in the cage for about an hour. When I went to check on him he screamed at me and flew to the cage door for me to get him. He's now sitting on my shoulder - happy as a clam.
Look at the file name, Emery. 1964. LOL. I cashed in my silver dollars and went to The Beatles concert that year. They played in the only "arena" we had at the time, The Coliseum at the fairgrounds. I got 12th row seats but couldn't hear one note of the band for all the screaming. Yeah, I'm pretty dated, lol.
Doubtful, Bunny Runner, but we'll see. I will take Pooper's cue on this.
With 150,000,000 house sparrows on the loose, I don't think this continent would miss just one, but I certainly would miss this one - and he me. Quite a bond we've made. However, I could put my feelings aside if he showed me a yearning and the ability to go.
My gut feeling is, if the neighbor's cat dosn't get him in the first 5 minutes of freedom, the natural birds in the area would beat the snot out of him because he's somehow "different" now. I recognized this possibility the minute I decided to bring him in.
We'll see. I may feel differently in a few weeks, depending on what he shows me.
JUST MY OPINION!!!
Ricky used to dive bomb anyone that was scared of birds. Always made me laugh... seeing Charlie duck from the little bird flying over. Ricky had a heart attack in my hands one Christmas Day and we had to have a funeral. That bird taught me lots, I was one of the few grandchildren (13) that could handle the bird.
