Re-evaluating My Parenting


Life in general is hard but when it is up to you to take care of others, it becomes extra hard. Have I grown my babies right? Can I change my parenting style now? Do my babies have so much more potential than what I’ve allowed them to express?

The scary thing about these questions is that they are real questions that I am considering. I want to change my parenting, I feel like I haven’t got my parrots to their complete potential. I’ve sheltered them and border-lined them. MEANING! I treated them like my babies but I also treated them like pets. It would switch between the two. Well, honestly Parenting Parrots is about “Parenting Parrots” so why do I push my human kids to their upmost potential but keep my bird kids to a lower standard? It’s time for a change!

I don’t even know where to start… I compare Parenting Parrots to parenting kids so I have to look at the life cycle of an infant to a toddler to a preschooler to a school ager to a preteen to a teenager to finally an adult…. It may be late but it’s not TOO LATE as long as my parrids (parrot kids) are still alive, I can still strive to make the change I need to make. So I have to make a whole list of steps that I want to take and take it one day at a time.

Some examples:
1) Grayson, my African Grey can only count to 4 however by now he should be able to count to 10 and identify numbers and I’ve kept him to the basics.
2) All my parrots should be able to be out of their cages with the others and not fight.
3) They should be able to hold basic conversations
4) They all should be harness trained
5) They all should be potty trained
6) They should be socialized better

So, the question I ask myself is, “Why aren’t they?” and the answer I get is because “I’ve slacked on them.”

So my first order of business is making my living room more stimulating. Instead of just having two bird stands for them to go to plus the potty perch maybe I can get an atom to hang from the ceiling with more toys or I can make my own bird stand or I can add a large seagrass mat on the wall for them to climb with stimulating foraging options surrounding it, I know the possibilities are endless but I needed this organized yesterday! I just really want to enrich my parrots’ lives and I will do so step by step, day by day.

Oh just to let you guys know I ordered a parrot cookbook so once I receive it, I’ll let you know. I already have’s cookbooks but I wanted something different to work with.

Anyways, if you aren’t following me please do so, so you don’t miss this process. I’m excited to see if there will be any change in my parrots by adjusting the little things I can.

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Parrot Training


I did my first training session for two cockatiels. They wouldn’t step on to the owner’s hands and always wanted to fly away. I spent 20 minutes and had them stepping up to everyone: the mom, 2 young girl kids, the kids’ friends and the older son. It was an amazing experience to see how they went from being afraid and timid towards their own birds to trusting them with just a little bit of encouragement.

I completely enjoyed it and wish I had more clients coming through that I could help have a successful relationship with their bird. I’m just starting to get comfortable in my own skin with training but by me training the client and having them interact with their parrots while getting positive results, definitely gives me a boost of confidence.

If you would like some help with your parrots please contact me. I charge 25 for the hour and in that hour we will quickly cover your parrots’ regular routine, dietary needs, last vet check and any previous medical issues, treats, training sessions and overall history. We will discuss the issue you need to be fixed and from there I’ll do an FA (functional assessment) with you and some suggestions on how we can improve your ABC’s (Antecedent, Behavior, Consequence) to get the desired response.

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Warms My Heart


It warms my heart when I’m watching a video or reading a book and one of my daughters comes out of nowhere and says, “Piper!” or “Grayson” or any of the birdies’ names. Basically what happens is if they don’t know the type of bird it is but we have one, they identify it by our pets’ names. So Piper goes for all Quakers. Ringo goes for all Indian ringnecks and so forth. They know that African greys are African Greys. I thought about teaching them their alphabets through parrot types for example:

A for apple would be A for African grey
B for Boy would be B for Budgie
C for Cat would be C for Caique

However just because Parrots are MY thing doesn’t mean it has to be their thing and I accept that. That’s why if they express an interest in a different type of pet, I’m open to looking into it. My son has a bearded dragon for years now. When the rest of the kids get older they will have their option of either investing more time with one of the parrots we already have or choosing their own pet. I can’t lie though, to see them take an interest in my parrots does warm my heart and makes me a proud little mommy.

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I’m a co-author!! Here are some snippets!!


Not about parrots but I had to share!!

Here are snippets of the ladies’ real life stories:


It was a few months before my 21st birthday. I was so excited trying to think of how Iwanted to bring in my champagne year. I was in college studying broadcasting for radio, television and film, just bought my first car and broke up with my boyfriend who was doing absolutely NOTHING for me. I was on cloud nine until I was told to take a pregnancy test. WHAT? Me? Pregnant? NEVER! A few weeks went by and it was almost Christmas, and because I went so long without a menstrual cycle, I felt it was time for me to take a test. I bought one with two in the package. , It was late at night and I did the pee stick test, waited and then cried. It was positive. I thought this can’t be happening, not at this time in my life. I waited until the morning and tried the second test, and it was still positive. WHAT? WHY NOW? HOW COULD THIS BE HAPPENING TO ME? What was I to do?

I turned to my sisters who were older than me by 7 and 10 years, for advice. They both advised me to think long and hard about the situation I was currently faced with. I was young, in school, single, never wanted kids and had my whole future ahead of me. It truly came down to “You should have your first child just in case you are not able to have any more.”

Abortion was not an option and was a sin that I didn’t want against my name. My

journey to motherhood started at that time. I called my ex-boyfriend to give him the news but, he never answered so I texted him.

“Hey, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Stop lying.”

“Why would I lie?”


“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know”

He then called me and again asked if I was lying. I asked him why I would lie about something like this. The conversation ended with no decision being made. All he had to say was “DAMN.”

“The Ugly Truth” Ketsia Midouin

“Mommy, how come the other kids at school have their dad pick them up from

school but I don’t?” I dreaded this question for six years before it actually came.

“Mommy, where’s my daddy?” Although I thought about it all the time, I was still

taken aback when my six year old son asked me that question. I tried a swift

response by saying, Mommy loves you so much that she enjoys doing the drop off

and pickup from school. However, by the way he was staring at me with his

inquisitive big brown eyes, I could tell that I wouldn’t get away with it so easily.

“Mommy where’s my father? Why do I never see him or speak to him? Does he

know I exist? Does he love me?” These questions shattered my heart in a million

pieces and I couldn’t find the words to explain to him what had transpired to

bring us to this point – the words to explain the ugly truth.

My son and I have always had a relationship based on trust. I’ve always promised

to tell him the truth and expected the same in return from him. Yet, some truths

are way too ugly to explain to children. My son’s father and I have been

estranged since he was born. Although we live in very close proximity, there is no

contact. If I am being completely honest with myself, our relationship was very

unhealthy – marred with lies, distrust and disrespect. Wanting better for myself and my newborn, I made the choice to leave the



I’m not going to lie being a single mom is downright hard. Some days it’s my mental stress and some days physical exhaustion. Working full-time, school part-time, plus all the other I’ve added to my plate is a lot, and that’s just me and four personalities needs from one end of the spectrum to the next, and now I need a container just to keep the food from falling off my plate. It’s like being on pause while people around you are still moving. Many days I feel like I am just floating through with no emotional connection day runs into each other without distinguishing features. Some days a simple comment, two or three of calling my name or speaking at once, or a phone call from the daycare to pick up a sick munchkin. It’s all a realization of just how alone I am on the journey of raising my four boys, a realization of abandonment, a realization of loneliness, a realization that keeps me going. All meall school concerts, fevers, meals, all me, all the time. Not to mention boys, I am a firm believer that there is a why I have only boys, and that’s okay because I trust in God, and one day I will understand.

As for now, I don’t deny myself of my emotions. If I need a day off or half day to sleep then that’s just what it is. If I need to cry then that’s just it is. It’s one step at a time, and that’s okay. I’m human too, and no less deserving of a moment to

myself. My son always says, “Mom, it’s better out than in.”

At 18 years of age I wanted to experience life. I wasn’t a defiant child, but my parents were super protective. Growing up, I was limited in my social life, and as for boyfriends, that was a definite no-no. I was born to West Indian immigrants, in a children were seen and not heard, you want something to cry for, speak when spoken to, do as I say household. There was no outward expression of love, congratulations, I’m proud of you moments. There was no teaching of banking, taxes, savings, cards, none of it. My mother worked jobs to provide, so she was home. She left before we got up, and came home as going to bed. She wanted to provide not only what was needed, but what was wanted.


Picking up the Pieces Final – Carolee Parkes

“Don’t ever touch my child again. If you do I will have you charged with assault. If you come by my house I will have you charged with trespassing”, were the words coming out of my mouth as I stood at the car yelling at the “new friend” of my husband who I was separated from.
My daughter left with her dad. I sat in the car in complete disbelief with so many thoughts going through my mind. I didn’t understand how my “husband”, allowed this female to touch our child in his presence and do nothing about it. As I drove away steaming with anger, I wondered, God how did this church girl end up in the same situation I had tried so hard to avoid all my life and actually thought I did the day I said, I do?
Let’s go back. Nine years ago I was in a long term relationship that I was sure was going to end in marriage, but instead ended in a horrible way. It left me heartbroken, and the seed of bitterness began to grow. I started to change for the worse, and that’s when I decided I needed to pull myself together. The year following the break up, I spent it focusing on healing my broken heart, and asking God to show me the lessons I needed to learn. It made me wiser and stronger than before. I had created a list of dos and don’ts while dating in church.
A year had passed when my brother handed me a phone number. I had asked a few questions before I agreed to call the man in question. However, I ended up calling as I was always open to meeting new people.
We spoke for weeks without meeting in person. Finally, we were going to meet and what better way to meet than at church. We didn’t have an instant love connection, but we were friends and I was okay with that. Several weeks passed, and we continued to talk all the time while he continued to attend my church. During this time, I began to develop feelings for this person. I started praying about it and seeking Godly counsel. I was applying all the lessons I had learned, and was determined to date in a way that honored God. I had a list of must haves in my Godly husband, and as he displayed them I began to tick them off my list one by one.
During this process, there were times I had doubts, and was hesitant but I couldn’t figure out why. I kept praying and seeking Godly counsel, and no red flags surfaced. In fact, just the opposite happened. So many things were falling into place. I was confident God was the foundation of our relationship, and my hesitations began to diminish.


The Marks Beneath My Skin
Tasica Q Fagan

I would have never thought that one day, one moment, I would have the courage – . The courage to dig deep into my truth and tell my story. This is my truth, my fear, my hurt, my reality, my joy, my cry, my passion, my desires, and my worth all in one testimony. Maybe, just maybe. I may have given up on you, “X”. I was stifling and you couldn’t see that. The man I once loved so deeply. “Not deep enough”, you once said to me.” I loved you. , I couldn’t hate you, but I hated how you treated me. Due to the fact that we were always arguing, I never actually got the chance to really explain to you how you made me feel and why we couldn’t be together anymore. We were both young and immature, ; in many ways than you may have never imagined. You blamed this all on me.? That’s not fair, because you know damn well it takes two to tangle, two to start an argument and two to communicate. Just admit it; you might as well tell the world since you’ve done a great job of turning your entire family against me. They will lie for you, they will cover you because that’s family, right? What about the truth? What about my truth, your truth?

“X”, I was mad at you for so long for not being there for me, and chose to be . For being there for your family and friends when we were making our own family. So much emotions came over me. I thought about when you never thought to run my bath water for me, and the only time you bathed me was that day, when you and I were in the shower together at your aunt’s house. I guess because we were having sex it must have been convenient for you to even soap up my back. You never took long walks with me , I never had those awe moments with you. Why “X”? This was our first baby, our first experience, but I was happy all by myself. I kept on smiling through it all and I just wanted you to be there. I walked a lot, I ate a lot. I craved pizza with; ground beef and pineapple with extra cheese. I drank plenty of fluids like the doctor said. Ugh! I couldn’t stand drinking all that milk either , but I did what I had to do because, it wasn’t about me anymore so as much as I wanted to stop drinking so much damn water especially for the prenatal appointments, I did it for our baby. I wore the proper underwear to avoid infections, I kept my skin moisturized even though it was super hot outside. Underneath my breasts were sweating and I think I owned maybe like two bras at the time. I remember I had an account with Scotia Bank and they closed my account because I had no money to deposit…….



~My First~

I was 16 years old when I entered my very first and long-term relationship.
Shy girl, dealing with a “kept quiet” depression that I never spoke about to anyone, but it was quite obvious and was starting to affect my focus, my goals, education, etc.
I’d say that getting involved in a “relationship” or just anything having to do with being outside of my regular routine was a great “distraction” for me at that point in my confused life. –And I say “confused”, as becvause I wasn’t able to determine, at that time, the cause of my depression until only recently, and as an aAdult now, looking back, it is clear, but that’s another story in itself-.

Despite being amongst the popular crew of girls at the time, I wasn’t one who was easily influenced by what my peers were into. So, whether it be name brand fashion trends, as I was known to always put the scissors to my cheap clothing, turning it into the “Ohh Girl, !!! can you please make one for me because ! I just love your style”, a definite trendsetter, I was never influenced by my peers. I was, a girl in my own world, until I entered the World of my “First’s”.…
You’d think that being the “shy/good girl” who took caution to herwas very cautious about her reputation would end up dating the choir boy, or the quiet but extremely cute boy everyone had their eyes on.

My “First”, was the “Star”of his Football Team. He had , with a body I believed only existed in movies, well over 6 feet tall, 6 pack abs, muscles bursting out the gate, smooth brown skin tone, and what a charmer he was. , On top of that, the epitome of a Thug, and not the type to “put on” just to make others fear him., I mean, it was in his blood stream, he knew no other way of life, a true Hustler on top of everything and these are things I admired about him at the time. I mean, how exciting…..and ! (distracting.) He was able to take my mind away from the every day issues, and have me focused on other things such as taking risks, which, at the time, to me were nothing short of “adventures” for me at the time.
I had given him my virginity, and after that came the onset of many other “firsts” within our relationship.
With him, I had my very first “spliff” (Marijuana) with him. Prior to that, , and prior too, I had never n’t even seen a “spliff” much less smoking one. –Exciting right?!-.

I had never taken public transit on my own before our relationship, and we lived approximately 45 minutes in distance of each other., therefore, I was taking one streetcar, a train and a long bus ride to get to his house almost daily., and a A few years into our relationship when we were taking more and more risks by the day, he eventually he put me behind the wheel and taught me how to drive.


My Joy And My Pain

I remember when we were just co workers, when things seemed a lot easier. I use to look forward to seeing you each and every shift I had. I made sure that I visited your store at least once every break, and when I didn’t, I made sure that I would seen you after when our shift was over, . just to laugh and flirt like we always did. You always said something sweet about me or to me and I liked it. I liked that you paid attention to me, you commented on my hair, my skin and my smile. , I adored that. That went on for so long, to the point where I felt that I wanted you, but I never said anything. I thought I was just in my feelings, and I needed to focus on the goal, and that was to take care of mine.

That day, that one shift, we were told to work together, that day I thought, “yes, !” side by side, we will finally get the chance to talk more. Usually I would be at the cash register and you would be cooking and prepping food in the back. It was usually too busy so all we could do was stand close to one another, make eye contact, whisper things, laugh a little and work. But that day, however, that was the beginning of our joy and pain. We were working alone for the first and last time and to be honest, I wanted to go home with you but again, I said nothing. I could have just been me lusting over you because we really didn’t know each other outside of work. We managed to take a break together and ended up being alone. All it took was a moment alone together, time I have been hoping we would have. That was it, your kiss, your touch, it was all too easy. You then you said to me, “you’re mine now.” MeI was, so young and giddy, I accepted your command, and that day I told myself “I am officially taken.”

Work became more and more interesting as, we would leave work together and even go to work together sometimes. Some said we were inseparable. , things were beautiful. I felt safe. , I felt loved again. We were learning about each other and still,but at times I would cry sitting and cry, there thinking this is too good to be true. Not even realizing that I was inviting destruction in, that and it was right at my door step.

First, it was the weird dreams I began to have about you, and I kept telling myself to stop living in the past. It was hard because my past was still a distraction. N no matter how much I tried to avoid my child’s father, he never failed to get me worked up. But,However, no matter what, you were right there by my side.




This was the song the guy who I thought, for years was my soulmate, use so sing to me. I met this guy back in middle school when I was just ten years old. He made me laugh, and we clicked from the moment we met. By the second month of school, I was his girlfriend, his “baby girl” to be exact. I know what you’re thinking, what is a 10 year old doing with a boyfriend? I asked myself the same question. Now, I am thirty years old and a Christian (saved) with my own children wondering, what was I thinking. The simple answer is, I wasn’t! I was searching for love, or what I thought love was. Growing up in a home without a father impacted me greatly. It was the beginning of the insecurities that paralyzed me for years to come. I had my mother – well she was there but I hated her. I felt like she loved my brothers more than she loved me so we couldn’t have a traditional “mother-daughter” relationship. Because of that, I kept a lot of my thoughts, feelings and emotions to myself. When I began to have feelings for this guy, I didn’t tell my mother, so even if she
wanted to, (and I am sure she would of) she couldn’t stop me from being in the relationship that almost took my life.


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Uh Oh It Chews!!!!


No animal, parrot, dog, cat etc will come to you knowing what is acceptable behavior in your home until you train it to know. Will a baby know not to hold on to that glass coffee table if you have never informed it not to? If you say yes, you must have miracle babies! Just like kids need to be taught right from wrong so do parrots. I can not stress enough how important training is.

An automatic thing for a parrot to do is use its beak and for those cavity-breeders chewing wood is a must. How will your parrot know to not chew the wood of an antique clock but yet you give it toys with the exact same material? Don’t you think that’s a bit of a mixed message? It’s hard because you definitely need to provide them with safe wood to  chew and maybe sometimes you would have an item in your household that is made with the same wood. Therefore your precious parrot is going to think that item is okay to chew too. So what can you do?

Sally walks into a clothing store just to waste time before her doctor’s appointment. “Hello?” She turns around in shock because she didn’t pass a sales person when she entered but the sound came from right beside her. No one is there. She turns back and continues to walk but then she hears it again, “hello?” She stops and is fuming because this isn’t funny. A salesperson comes from the back, “Oh, Hi, I’m sorry I didn’t hear anyone come in.” Sally says, “That’s okay but I keep hearing someone say hello, is there another person that works here?”


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The old lady pushes her glasses up off of the bridge of her nose and giggles. Sally is getting upset now as she isn’t finding this funny. The old lady walks pass Sally to the corner where there is a small bird cage but what Sally missed, is that inside that cage was a gorgeous little bird so tiny but such a beautiful gray and blue. The Lady says, “I’m sorry it looks like Lucky was just trying to get your attention.” Sally was in awe. Lucky was so pretty and Lucky could speak English! Sally inquired some more about Lucky and the Lady told her that Lucky was free to a good home that’s why she was at the front of the store. The Lady sold Sally on the bird telling her all the good stuff and a bit of lies such as she is low maintenance just needs food and water, change the bottom of her cage once a week and the extra bonus, she talks. Sally thought wow this is amazing! Such an easy pet for her little apartment. Poor Sally knew nothing about birds but the old lady basically told her everything, right? Sally agreed and took Lucky home.

The first week was great and then things started to change. Lucky wouldn’t stop screaming, Sally couldn’t get any sleep so she started covering Lucky’s cage and would keep it covered. Sally went back to the old lady to let her know what was happening.
“I’m sorry but the bird keeps screaming.”
The old lady said, “Oh dear child, the bird needs some attention, you have to take it out of the cage sometimes and just let her relax for a bit and then back into the cage,  she’ll be fine.”
Sally went home to do that. The first week was fine and then Lucky started chewing Sally’s things. Sally went back to the  store and said, “Oh NO, it Chews!”
The old lady told her buy some perches and you’ll be fine. Sally did just that. It worked for a week and then another issue would arise, this went on for about a month until Sally decided she can’t do this anymore and Lucky was brought back to the store to sit in her small cage and say “Hello” to the unsuspecting customers that came through the door.

This is a situation that many have found themselves in. Educate yourself before getting any pet. If you purchased your bird from a pet store, think back were you told tehy may chew your furniture? I would bet NOT! Anyhow let’s fix your chewing problem. 3 ideas:


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1) Do not provide the same type of wood you have in your household for your antiques as appropriate wood for your parrot to chew on as toys.

2) Train your parrot NOT to touch items that are special to you.

3) Remove all your precious items when the parrot is out so they don’t have access to it. (This is the BEST option)

It sucks when people are misled but this happens to people all the time and it’s the parrot that ends up suffering. Chewing/beaking is a part of a parrot’s behavior so don’t be misled, be prepared for it and set your parrot up for success before you set them up for failure. There are a lot of different type of wood perches/trees that your parrot can explore, giving a variety of textures will definitely help with keeping them busy and stimulated. You also want your wood to have some hardness to it so it presents a challenge. Woods that you should never give your parrots are boxwood, oak, yew, black walnut and wisteria. Also any wood that has been treated can not be used either.


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I hope this post helps!

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100 POSTS!!


Wow can you imagine I’ve already written 100 posts?? I feel like saying, “NO WAY!! IT’S A LIE!! SOMEONE IS TRICKING ME!” But NOPE! I see it with my own eyes, Published: 100.
Amazing! Who knew I had 100 posts of things to say! Well obviously I have more than 100 things to say because I’m going to keep posting until I can no longer post and this blog will have millions of followers encouraging me to pursue this dream.

Exciting! I want to jump up and down and although I should have hit this 100 posts long time ago, I’m happy that I finally found the consistency I needed to make this happen. Okay, so at this point I’m ready to do my red carpet walk, twirl and speech. I’ll probably wear a red and black dress because black helps the figure hahaha with heels that have red bottoms.

“I’ll like to thank all those who believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself. I need to give thanks to God Almighty for blessing me with this gift and giving me the insight to know I can help in the parrot world. I want to continue to ask for everyone’s support as I continue to work on my knowledge of parrots and bring it to the cyber world. Let me just say there are times when I write a post and it gets zero views and I get all sad about it and I start thinking to just quit because no one cares about parrots or believes and trust me. But then I’ll get an email or more views than I ever received or likes and comments and I start thinking, “It is worth it! Sometimes people need to know they are being listened too. So the next time you take the time out to read someone’s blog just hit that like button if you did like it. There are times I’ve read blogs and I didn’t follow or like or anything just read it, enjoyed it and moved on and I didn’t think there was anything wrong with that UNTIL I became a blogger. Now I understand, if 50 people view my posts and I don’t even get one like – I feel I’m not giving the people what they want and I start questioning my writing skills and my topic. But that might not be the case so just think about that the next time you come across a post that you enjoyed. Otherwise thank you so much for helping me get the push I needed to get to 100 posts and let’s keep this ball moving!!!! On To 500 posts!!! Oh and please don’t forget to subscribe to our Youtube channel trying to get to 100 subscribers! LOVE YOU!”


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Purrain – The Indian Ringneck Parakeet


I purchased Purrain from a breeder in Ajax when she was 2 months old (Sept. 2017). I found this breeder on the Facebook Canadian breeder site. He posted a picture of her and I jumped up right away saying I want her. I didn’t have all the money so I had to do a payment plan and then I had a death in the family which pushed things even further back. I didn’t end up getting her until she was 14 weeks old (Oct. 2017)

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baby Purrain, 8 weeks

Name: Purrain

Type of Parrot: Single factor Violet Indian Ringneck

Sex: female

Birth Date: July 2017

Wings Status: Will be fully flighted, her wings were slightly clipped when we got her but they are growing in.

Favorite food: Pine Nuts

Noise Level: she can be loud when she wants attention. Otherwise I would say she is moderate when making sounds.

Training progress: She loves training sessions

Tricks: She is target trained. She can step up and turn around

Talking ability: Haven’t heard her talk yet

Favorite toys: She tackles every toy I put in her cage.

Fears: She is afraid of sudden movements

Diet: Harrison’s Pellets with fruits and veggies. She eats table food – Chicken, rice, pasta…

Treats: Safflower seeds, Pine nuts and sunflower seeds

Cage Size: Playtop. 22 x 24

Last Vet visit: I haven’t taken her yet. i know 😦 bad mommy

Next Steps: Getting her to let me put her on her back and  harness training.



Purrain, about 5 months


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To Clip or Not to Clip? That is the Question


I will be completely honest, I blame clipping of my Galah Cockatoo’s wings to be the cause of her death(Will be a storytime on our Youtube channel). Overall, she felt incomplete as a bird and because she barely had learned how to fledge at that time, she never understood the importance of her wings hence her breaking them every time they grew in. A lot of people clip their birds’ wings and justify it for different reasons, I don’t argue with anyone. I listen and understand their point of view but you know what my thought on it comes down to?!? THEN DON’T GET A BIRD!!

A bird is meant to fly, are you still a bird if you can’t fly?? I think that makes them a chicken or a turkey or a rooster but definitely not a bird…. I will never tell someone they are wrong for clipping but is it not selfish to clip a bird because you can’t take the proper precautions to keep them safe? Wouldn’t it be better to leave them in the pet store or at the breeder’s house so someone who doesn’t have to risk their “winglyhood”, for safety can take them? I’ve heard about many accidents with parrots who have flown away or flew into a fan, etc :(. But couldn’t those have been prevented?  Such as making sure windows and doors aren’t opened when the bird is out or by turning off that fan? Maybe I just don’t understand as I’m not in those situations to have to make those type of decision but regardless let’s think about the bird.

To Clip

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Part of a bird’s anatomy is their wings just like humans, it’s their legs. Let’s say someone broke my legs and said no worries it will fix, it’s only temporary. In that time frame I’m paralyzed, I can’t move like I want to – I am at the beck and call of others. I have to rely on others as I can’t do for myself like I normally would, this is the same for clipped birds. Now some people may say nope! It’s not like that. Clipping wings is more like getting a haircut as it doesn’t hurt the bird and it will grow back. Yes that is all true however it is still temporarily paralyzing them from making the decision to flight or fight.

I have clipped birds but they are only clipped because they came to me that way so I patiently wait it out until their wings grow back in. I used to clip my parrots’ wings all by myself, I have also went to the vet to get it done. I never thought anything more about it until I started watching and observing my birds and realizing how BEAUTIFUL it was to see them spread their wings and fly. I love it! I haven’t clipped my African grey in 4 years and although he barely flies whenever he does, I feel like a proud mommy.


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A lot of behavioral issues can arise from having a clipped parrot because of the lack of exercise. Flying is so important to parrots, it’s how they release all that built up energy so if you add flying plus foraging plus training and the perfect diet – YOU CAN ACQUIRE THE PERFECT PET! But without the flying aspect, what exercise can you give a parrot that would release the same amount of exercise that flying for 30 mins a day would help them release? One thing I used to do when Grayson’s wings were clipped is have him come out of the cage, I would hold on to his feet and tell him to flap his wings. He was great at it but it definitely was not releasing the same amount of energy that flying would have.

Once, I clipped Piper’s wings because people said it would make him easier to train and manage. Well let me tell you – I received a MONSTER from that. He went from never biting to always biting. He was miserable being clipped and now that he isn’t clipped anymore, he is back to his normal self. Yes, he flies from me but I understand that is his way of communicating to me to let me know he either had enough or is bored with what I’m doing etc….

There will always be pros and cons to clipping and not clipping your bird’s wings. It truly comes down to a personal preference. Do what’s best for you and for your parrot so you can both enjoy all that life has to offer.



5 yr old Grayson

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New to the Lorikeet World


I’m a new lorikeet owner and it has been the most challenging experience I could have ever imagined. I believe my experience would have been different if I only had one lorikeet vs. the two. They are very social birds and because I had the two of them together, they didn’t want to love me the way I wanted to be loved. The female, Marlee slowly accepted me and that wasn’t until I put her in a different cage than her brother, but regardless biting me was becoming a bad habit.


Her brother, Rasta was very open to being my friend. He barely bit unless he was in the cage with his sister. When I got them I had them in the same cage but quickly joined an avian forum and asked for advice. They advised me to separate them which I did, things were working out great however they kept flying back and forth to each other every time I took one out of their cage, making training them difficult. So I attempted to put them back together and ended up separating them again because I wasn’t even able to get in the cage to clean it, give them food/water.

I then decided one had to go, so I re-homed Marlee especially since she didn’t do well with me being away for those few months. I’m still very new to the Lorikeet world but I think I’m getting better! I stopped feeding the Harrison’s to Rasta as they have iron storage issues and I didn’t/don’t want anything to happen to Rasta.

I’ve gotten the nips down to a bare minimum – rarely happens now. I found a new food provider who makes his food from scratch and he doesn’t use any preservatives. I’ve learned how to make a puree fruit/vegetable smoothie and I now know what exactly to use for training. I’ve only owned a lorikeet for 13 months however it has been the most mind-boggling experience ever! It really took me back to school and I’m still learning. Every day that goes by I get more and more knowledgeable, I have met so many people who breed lories/lorikeets or who just have different types as pets. People who have different training methods or recipes for their lory food – it’s absolutely a WHOLE NEW WORLD on its own. I can honestly say even though I have so many other parrots, I believe owning a lorikeet has REALLY put some icing on my cake! It has been a rewarding and challenging experience mixed up all in one  but I wouldn’t change it for the world!!!!


Rasta Approved!!

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