Solid psittacine

Good evening. Here is the news for parrots:

Bobby Pacino, our blue and gold macaw, will be ten years old this spring. He was hatched somewhere in the United States and sold to us at a pet store in Oklahoma City when he was just a pup. Err, baby? Kitten? Chick. When he was just a chick. A small, quiet one.

The first few days he was home with us were a lot like having a newborn infant, especially with regard to feeding and bonding. It was actually a very sweet time.

Then the next solid, unrelenting decade was a lot like having a dysfunctional toddler, especially with regard to, well, pretty much everything. A loud, messy, screaming, demanding, attention seeking, affectionate and VERY smart, un-CANNILY smart, but also disruptive and destructive, toddler. It’s been a whirlwind. A loving whirlwind.

And if ten years sounds like a long way to put up with a toddler, well, macaws often live 50 years or longer, so a lot of feathers are going to be ruffled.

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3 comments »

  1. McGehee »

    9 March 2015 · 11:18 pm

    I would think more highly of pets as a rule if they could be induced to get jobs and move out to start their own households.

  2. fillyjonk »

    10 March 2015 · 7:18 am

    I understand they’re on the list of “Pets from Hell” (but are not #1 – that spot goes to monkeys. More intelligent than parrots, more dextrous, with bonus face-biting abilities. Ugh)

  3. CGHill »

    10 March 2015 · 7:24 am

    Not to mention the Medium-Distance Poo Fling.

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