Clipping Wings?

[PrepH4U]

Originally Posted by Roman

Mine are nice, but that's because they were hand raised I guess. Get your Grey away from it's cage, and then see what happens. Many Birds are cage- aggressive, but once out, and away from it, they are pretty good. Handling them often can tame them out nicely.

I take her out daily and try to interact with her by singing and talking to her. She loves to be scratched on her head. I guess I should try and move her gym and tree to another room. Both are on wheels. Thanks!

Originally Posted by mAlice

How old was she when you got her. I know if they're paired, they become aggressive, but I don't know if that changes if you unpair them. Do you know if she was a breeder?

She was two when I got her. I am not sure she even is a girl! Before I got her I made sure both girls were in agreement to take her after I am gone. She is a lot of company though. The only time she isn't talking is when she is sleeping!

[mAlice]

Originally Posted by PrepH4U

I am not sure she even is a girl!

That's the thing with most parrots. Fortunately, there is no need to know unless you're going to give her a friend, or breed.

[SoMDGirl42]

Originally Posted by mAlice

Maybe I missed it, but what kind of bird do you have? Welcome to the wonderful world of birds . They are great pets.

"he" is a Cockatiel. His name is Marley. I got him from a lady in VA who was moving from VA to the West Coast (CA) and didn't want to have to drive cross country with him. Mini-me really wanted a parrot (macaw), but she is better off with a smaller bird. I don't want her to loose a finger or anything.

She got him last Christmas time, he was a baby when she got him. She spoiled him rotten and gave him lots and lots of attention because he was her "baby". I like to call him a dog bird because the minute you get near him he drops his head and wants you to scratch him. He is without a doubt the sweetest bird I've ever been around. He's pretty quiet and sings mostly at night time when we get home. He's not very loud at all. I have been putting a towel on the kitchen table and sitting him up on his playgym while mini me sits at the table doing her homework. She is enjoying reading to him every night for 20 minutes At this rate, the bird will be reading at a 1st grade level in no time.

Originally Posted by mAlice

That's the thing with most parrots. Fortunately, there is no need to know unless you're going to give her a friend, or breed.

I was told I could take "him" to a vet and have a DNA test done to determine if "he" is a boy or a girl. It's very expensive. As far as I'm concerned, "he" is a boy
Meet Marley!

[mAlice]

Originally Posted by SoMDGirl42

"he" is a Cockatiel. His name is Marley. I got him from a lady in VA who was moving from VA to the West Coast (CA) and didn't want to have to drive cross country with him. Mini-me really wanted a parrot (macaw), but she is better off with a smaller bird. I don't want her to loose a finger or anything.

She got him last Christmas time, he was a baby when she got him. She spoiled him rotten and gave him lots and lots of attention because he was her "baby". I like to call him a dog bird because the minute you get near him he drops his head and wants you to scratch him. He is without a doubt the sweetest bird I've ever been around. He's pretty quiet and sings mostly at night time when we get home. He's not very loud at all. I have been putting a towel on the kitchen table and sitting him up on his playgym while mini me sits at the table doing her homework. She is enjoying reading to him every night for 20 minutes At this rate, the bird will be reading at a 1st grade level in no time.


I was told I could take "him" to a vet and have a DNA test done to determine if "he" is a boy or a girl. It's very expensive. As far as I'm concerned, "he" is a boy
Meet Marley!

Cute.

cockatiel.com Is My Cockatiel Male or Female?

[mAlice]

Place a mirror in front of your cockatiel. How does it react?
Normally a male will be fascinated and the mirror should hold his attention for quite some time while he performs in front of it. A female tends to lose interest fairly quickly.

LOL Typical.

[Roman]

Originally Posted by SoMDGirl42

"he" is a Cockatiel. His name is Marley. I got him from a lady in VA who was moving from VA to the West Coast (CA) and didn't want to have to drive cross country with him. Mini-me really wanted a parrot (macaw), but she is better off with a smaller bird. I don't want her to loose a finger or anything.

She got him last Christmas time, he was a baby when she got him. She spoiled him rotten and gave him lots and lots of attention because he was her "baby". I like to call him a dog bird because the minute you get near him he drops his head and wants you to scratch him. He is without a doubt the sweetest bird I've ever been around. He's pretty quiet and sings mostly at night time when we get home. He's not very loud at all. I have been putting a towel on the kitchen table and sitting him up on his playgym while mini me sits at the table doing her homework. She is enjoying reading to him every night for 20 minutes At this rate, the bird will be reading at a 1st grade level in no time.


I was told I could take "him" to a vet and have a DNA test done to determine if "he" is a boy or a girl. It's very expensive. As far as I'm concerned, "he" is a boy
Meet Marley!

I used to raise Cockatiels. The females have a different whistle than the males. It's hard to tell by the color of Marley's orange cheeks in the picture you took, but if the orange is bright, he is most likey a Male, if it is a dull orange, it's probably Female. I can definitely tell by the whistle, what sex they are when I hear it. Marley is very cute!

[DooDoo1402]

We have a couple of Conure Parrots... we used the All Kinds vet for wing clipping and he is really great with both birds. Fiona is 5 and Izzy will be 3 (next week in fact). We acquired them both from Petco. Fiona did excape one time outside. Hours later I found her outside beat up by a big black bird (Crackle I think). Ever since, she hates to be touched and can be agressive. But she has her moments. Sometimes she'll fly down on me and explore... going up into my pant legs, etc. Then she'll eventually come up and place her head against my chin and nearly fall asleep. So she does still have some loving in her. Izzy, the younger one is mommies baby. When we acquired Izzy we thought everything was fine. One day he sat on my arm chair and was swaying. His eyes were barely open... Mommy rushed him to All Kinds vet and found... he was basically starving himself... from the trauma of finding a home with another parrot, he was also too young hatchling to be sold. In fact All Kinds vet scolded Petco for allowing him to be sold so young. Mommy had to cradle and feed him with a syringe for weeks. He luckily survived and he is quite a little pistol. But unlike anyone else, he's mommy's baby. She can cradle him against her chest and he'll nearly fall asleep, I suppose knowing he's in Mommy's arms. He might allow me to pet him.. I cross the line, I get the beaky attack... lol.

If you ever get a chance to acquire or watch the Parrots of Telegraph hill. Awesome documentary about the wild parrots... it can be very sad for some weaklings out there. I get tears thinking about his story of his cripled parrot Tupelo.... you parrot owners much watch this!

The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ok.. thanks for reading our parrot story.. and the vet at All Kinds is highly recommended.

[DooDoo1402]

Here is our baby Izzy (he's 3 yrs old next week) eating some red Virgina Sausage from Mommy...

[DooDoo1402]

And here is our Mean Green Fighting Machine Fiona (she's 5 yrs old)... her glamour shot! lol. When Fiona is mad, her eyes turn to aligator eyes... lol.

[DooDoo1402]

Originally Posted by DooDoo1402

And here is our Mean Green Fighting Machine Fiona (she's 5 yrs old)... her glamour shot! lol. When Fiona is mad, her eyes turn to aligator eyes... lol.

Sadly to say Fiona passwed away this past monday and we are very heart broken. She had a serious crash landing on 30 January which she ran into a pointy leg of an oak stool. Not uncommon and she usually gets up and shakes it off. But this time she ruptured her little spine and was unable to use her legs or feet at all. The vet took x-rays and there was no sign of fracture, so they placed her on medicine for the swelling and pain and in hopes of a long enduring recovery, but the vet gave a 50/50 chance of any type of recovery. We cared for her day in and out. Hand feeding her, cleaning her messes, trying to comfort her as much as we could and hoping for some sign of life to her little legs and feet. Always nothing but she kept up her spirits... until Sunday.

Fiona always had the flight of our house and was rarily caged, but she also adapted never to go to the bathroom in her cage. Typically she would come out and go to the bathroom on newspaper layed around her cage. The vet believes that from lack of eating and going to the bathroom regularly the poison eventually backed into her system. Sunday (10 Jan) she started to vomit and refused to drink, but did eat some crackers. Mommy bird stayed home from work that Monday to watch her and made an appt to see the Vet. While at the Vet Fiona went into remission and the vomit must have backed into her lungs. She was collapsing. Seeing her beautiful little eyes looking at us for help. The vet said she prolly wouldn't even make the trip home. We had to end her misery. She passed away around 11am that morning. She suffered no more.

Fiona would have been 6 y/o in April. We acquired her when she was only a few months old and gown to be quite a character. She loved music and actually bopped and danced to the beat of certain songs. She loved to visit Mommy in the bedroom on mornings and get her feathers blow-dryed. She was quite a pistol sometimes and we miss her so...

She is buried in between two beautiful trees in our back yard and have a hand made cross made out of large matches made by my father. A place I am sure her spirit is resting in comfort.

We now have to focus our love and attention to her little brother Izzy. He knew and squawked long and loud that morning we brought her corpse home to bury. Like he was yelling NO! Besides the hurt and loss, he is doing fine.

Rest in peace Fiona... we love and miss you ~ Mommy, Daddy and Izzy