I’m sure you remember my post from last week about “almost” buying a parrot– well, we went back the next day and bought him. It really shouldn’t surprise anybody, since I’ve already admitted my lifelong struggle with “Animalis Fluffitis” (if an animal is fluffy and/or cute, I will most likely attempt to own it at some point in my life). Readers, I am living proof that this sickness has no cure. In fact, the only way to relieve the effects of Animalis Fluffitis is to periodically add a new pet to your menagerie.
You had to hear it from someone!
I would go cry in a corner, but I’m too busy enjoying my awesome new parrot.
What I know about Sun Conures::
Sun Conures (or Sun Parakeets) are actually an endangered species, but since ours was captive born I didn’t feel that rescuing him from a pet store contributed at all to the further annihilation of his species (phew). According to Wikipedia, Sun Conures are native to a small area of north-eastern South America, basically northern Brazil. They are social birds and enjoy interaction both with other parrots and with humans. They are very sensitive animals and basically anything can kill them (fragranced candles & sprays, cooking with nonstick pans, perfume & hairspray, drafts, cat saliva, and the list goes on).
What I know about our Kiwi:
He is 2 1/2 years old and loves peanuts & grapes. It is impossible to tell male/female Conures apart without DNA testing (unless one lays a clutch of eggs), but he looks like a he so that’s what he is! When he wants attention he will either scream repeatedly or rub his beak across the bars of his cage. If I sing a song and “dance” (aka bob up and down) he will start bobbing up and down. He enjoys our morning coffee (for me) and peanut (for him) date. I play NPR on the radio in his room when I am not home, so he will most likely end up a democrat, haha. He is not a very loud bird, and only screams when he is left alone unexpectedly. He will say “pretty bird” but only when it is his idea:P If he doesn’t like the treat I give him, he drops it on the floor and pouts at the back of his cage until I replace it with something suitably impressive.
A video of Kiwi eating an apple as if it was a slice of watermelon:
It’s official, I’m completely smitten! We are currently working on “step up” (stepping onto a finger from a perch), “treat time” (coming to us when he’s in the cage), and “shake it” (dancing on cue). I want to start potty training because play time is kinda gross. He doesn’t poop on our shoulders thank god, but does go frequently when he’s on our hands, and the floor becomes a minefield. He has only been with us a few days at this point, so we don’t want to push him too hard too fast. Playtime involves LOTS of treats and “good birds”, so that he becomes comfortable with us & with being out of his cage. He’s going to be just as spoiled as the rest of our babies, I couldn’t resist and ordered his Christmas present today:
Any time we add a new pet, it’s easy to get so enamored with playing & training it that we forget all the babies we already have. Right now we get Kiwi out and train/play with him for 15-20 minutes. Then he goes back in his cage where he can observe his new ecosystem, and that’s when the dog-pile happens: