Hummingbird Eggs?This touching scene was recently encountered in a Southern California Magnolia Tree. Anyone want to take a stab at the type of eggs these might be? We think Hummingbirds! I wonder what the gestation period on these eggs is!
Any suggestions as to the best type of Hummingbird feeder available?
If you’ve ever been around a Cockatoo you can attest that they LOVE under their wings scratched. Our Moluccan Cockatoo, Peaches can’t get enough and begs for it. There and the top of her head.
The second you try to pet on top of their wing, they lift it up. I guess they don’t want our germs on their perfectly quaffed and powdered wings. 
In this next video, Peaches is on top of her tray and begging for a scratch. She has been wearing her foam collar for about a month now because she had plucked at her chest and back until she was bare. This keeps her from reaching those areas and she now is getting lots of new feathers. At first they totally hate it, but within about 2-3 days, they get used to it.
She talks, I pet. I stop, she talks. At the end she grabs my finger because she is ready to “step up” and cuddle or go back to her cage. Enough of this game, she thinks. I want a serious scratch!
You will hear a “Peek-A-Boo” in the middle, which with her sounds like “Reek-A-Roo” but there is a lot of other gibber going on as well. What do you think she is saying?
For some unknown reason, most Parrots love to play Peek A Boo and I think three out of four of our Parrots started talking saying Peek A Boo.
Peaches, the Moluccan Cockatoo says it throughout the day and often when she is just trying to get our attention or has done something that embarrassed her. She says the entire “Peek-A-Boo” often yelling it and repeats until she gets what she wants.
Callie, our female Eclectus, has her own rendition, usually begging the question “Where’s Callie?” first and then answering with “EH! Peek a Boo!” And occasionally she throws in an “I Seeeeeee You!” Too cute, but unfortunately her nature is very shy and she usually does it when she thinks no one is listening.
But the real kicker is playing Peek-A-Boo with Pudge, our daughter’s Quaker. As mentioned in an earlier post, he not only can play this game for hours on end but is the only one who turns his head sideways to hide and then pops around and whispers “peek.” On occasion, he will scream “PEAK-A-BOO!” very distinctly. Who knows why? But he is so adorable when he does this, you just can’t help but give him your undivided attention.
Click on the link below to watch Pudge play Peek-A-Boo with my son and I from inside his cage.
I mentioned in a previous post the reaction that I get from the two girls when I return from a trip and I just wanted to reiterate that post.
I got home a few nights ago around 8:30 PM which is normal cage time for the girls since the sun is now setting earlier. Walking into the kitchen, I greet them with the usual “Hi Girls! How are you? Mommy’s home!” Pretty quiet response, I might say. They both just kinda stared at me. As with many Parrots in the same family, there is jealousy and I am conscious of which one I go to first as the other will have something to say (literally).
Callie seemed more quiet than usual and my husband was talking to her, so I opted this time for Peaches. She came out of her cage, immediately put her head on my shoulder and melted as I petted (or “pet” her, according to the true English language) her and told her that I missed her. Of course, just about then, Callie had something to say. Rather a bit of a groan and I had to extend the same courtesy to her.
I dove into some dinner after a long day of travel and nestled into the couch to catch up on some Monday night football and it started…
Mommy! Mommy? Mommy!?! I swear she says Mommy! By this time, it was late, around 10:30 and time for all birdies and humans to be sleeping in this family, so I literally spent the next half hour saying from one room to another, “Yes, Peaches, I’m here. It’s time to go nite-nite. I’ll see you in the morning” Two minutes goes by and another “Mommy?!” “I’m here. Go nite-nite.” I was wondering how long we were going to do this. Finally, I guess she was satisfied that I was in the house and dozed off.
Callie took over first thing in the morning with a loud squawk at precisely 7:30 AM (5:30 AM to those of us who had just returned from the west coast) and there was no sleeping after that. Every three to five minutes another squawk until I gave up and resorted to my welcomed cup of coffee.
We’re working on getting back on schedule now. Callie will make sure that I don’t sleep past 7:30 this week! When do we change the clocks back!?!
Ok, so sometimes I travel.
Anywhere from three days to two weeks and the girls are left in the competent hands of my husband or neighbors. Lists of phone numbers and acceptable foods are posted on the fridge, and extra treats and bowls of water are readily available.
So far, so good. Both of their cages are very large, so even if they have to stay in them for long lengths of time, I don’t feel guilty. Toys and chewables abound and they are not lacking attention.
But it never fails, when I return I get a lovely “Hiiiiiiii” from Callie and she wants to step up right away, but Peaches stares at me with those big black eyes and is usually motionless. Sometimes she won’t even come to me until the next day. She makes it very clear that she did not approve of said travel and I will pay the price.
And I do pay the price. Morning comes early and talking is non stop and all day the next day she is begging to be cuddled.
When she sees the suitcase come rolling across the floor before the next trip, the air is palpable. I instantly get that feeling of guilt and take ten minutes to explain that I will be back in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 8 days and Daddy is taking care of you so be a good girl. Yada yada. I think she’s getting used to it.
