#cockatiel mom

[fandomizedrose]

Check this birb plush in my Etsy shop! @fandomizedrose

[l3irdl3rain]

I'm probably gonna regret asking but how does a parrot masturbate?

Parrots have a cloaca that they use to poop but also it is part of their reproductive tract. For Joey to get freaky with the carpet on the cat tree he just put his butt really low and started wiggling.

[junkartie]

Like normally i wouldnt worry too much about her symptoms rn but my vet told me she had a very small amount of candida in her crop and that he felt there was an underlying illness like a cold that was causing her to feel even worse. The illness should be cleared up rn and given how minor her thrush is it just doesnt seem normal how bad her symptoms are. Im really hoping this is just because shes extremely small for her age and that she’ll get past this in the next two weeks. I dont know. Im not a bird expert but i think i have done everything i can. I fill her warm water bottles every hour and try and add some humidity in the air. Trying not to leave my house much just in case the worst happens because i wouldnt want her to go through it alone

[killerchickadee]

Something I've never understood about the pet trade is people going out of their way for certain color variations or breeds*. Like, with snakes for example, people spend so much money just to have certain morphs, and I'm like. I bought my snake for $50 and that was cause I liked her. We got her in at my job and I thought she was cute and she was super super chill and I liked that too. She's just a plain ass regular ball python. And plain ass regular animals tend to have fewer health problems, so I win there too.

And like, my boss just spent $1500 on a Maine coon kitten. $1500!!!!! I got my cat for FREE cause animal control was doing a "clear the shelters" thing. And he's the sweetest, most affectionate baby on the planet, which is all I want in a cat! Wouldn't you rather save the life of an animal in a shelter than spend an exorbitant amount just to have a cat that looks a certain way? I don't get it.

* dogs are a little different cause you do factor in size and temperament into the breeds

[rjalker]

I guess George just likes Within Temptation because he only starts wolf whistling when I put on a Within Temptation song.

[c0smiccom3t]

who cares about the 4th of July, the only thing I care about July is that im going to have a good summer. (im not. the heat fucking sucks, the heatwaves make me sick, my nose is clogged, my mom keeps bothering me about turning on the fan or going to the pool. AND IM SICK OF IT!!!!!)

[faiakishi]

Angel kept trying to eat the candy.

[k-n0-x]

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A/N: Hey guys! I managed to get this chapter out early coz I am so hot and amazing at everything my social life is at an all time low and we have Easter break. Some foreshadowing if you guys can guess, but keep it to yourselves for now. Mommy issues y/n? That’s a first 😨😨😨😨. This chapter is also Lucifer basically being: “No, you’re so sexy haha don’t cry”

Also, the slow burn is burning now! YAYYA 🎉

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You sit on the patio of your home, feeling as though you’re rotting away. 

It’s been 5 days since Adam’s full blown out tantrum, but it feels like it’s been 5 lifetimes. 

A cockatiel lands on your table, its bulging inky eyes staring at you, vying for your attention. 

You laugh, and give it some crumbs of your leftover toast from breakfast that you couldn’t bear to finish.

The bird eats them graciously, and flies away, you watching enviously. 

Oh, how you wished you were that bird. Carefree, and not trapped in the gilded cage that you are in. 

If only… 

Bzz bzz

Your phone rings. The contact Mom glows on your screen. 

Unwillingly, you swipe right. 

“Hey mom, what's up?” This woman never calls you, unless there are three instances; she needs you to get her something of monetary worth, wishing you a happy birthday/any other significant holiday, or-

“Darling, there's something I need to talk to you about. A little birdie told me that you've been stepping out of line recently~” 

Ah yes. The third instance. The times when your actual fucking personality shows, even for a sliver of a moment, and how it  could potentially hurt your ‘relationship’ with Adam. 

“Mom, it's not that big of a deal. I just was feeling rough recently, and-”

“Well it doesn't matter what you feel does it? What matters is that you honour our family. Being married to Adam is what's best for you. You acting outwardly is seriously jeaprodising your relationship, and I am just trying to help you stop before it's too late,” Your maternal figure’s sing-song-like voice turns sharp in an instant, like it could cut through butter. 

“You were always a wild child, a disappointment, I am trying to help you-”

You interrupt. 

“How are you helping?! Belittling me, treating me as some sort of– some do Ill?! I have tried, given my whole entire fucking life, trying to please you in every way, but somehow, it's never enough! And when I do fuck up, suddenly I'm a failure in your eyes?!” 

Silence.

“You better mind your language young lady,”

“NO! I will NOT mind my FUCKING LANGUAGE. I will  swear when I want to, and I will do whatever I FUCKING WANT! I AM DONE WITH YOU AND YOU- YOUR WAY OF THINGS!” 

You press the end button, calmly. 

You storm up to your bedroom and closed the door. Calmly.

You look at the bookshelf, always so perfectly clean, scarce of dust. 

Perfectly clean, no imperfections. 

You let out a cry of irritation and just start throwing out books, ripping the pages of each, crumpling sheets of paper, sobbing hot angry tears while doing so. 

When that was done, you just bring the entire bookshelf down with a bang, and you stomp on it until you feel a sharp pain in your foot, surely that's a splinter right there. 

You stumble over into your bed and scream and cry in your pillow, amongst the mess.

You submerge yourself in your pillow even more, until your anger numbs away, leaving you with a throbbing pain in your head. 

Absolutely drained from your outburst, you drift off. 

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Everywhere is foggy. 

You look around, looking for anything of use, when your attention is turned to a glowing light, placed on a rusted pedestal. 

Since it's the only thing that piques interest, you touch the fluorescent ball and yelp when it scorches your hand.

“Ow,” you pull your hand away and decide to look for anything else. 

As you trek through the nothingness, you  feel like you're being tugged down by an anchor, or treading through quicksand. 

Suddenly, the ground gives way under your feet. 

You’re falling. 

The cold air whistles through your ears. 

You try to fly with your wings, but nothing; it feels like they have been ruthlessly ripped from your body.

You feel as though you're being stretched, squished and deformed like play dough, until you hear and feel something cracking. As you fall, you look towards the light. 

At the entrance of the hole, there are many, unidentifiable figures, just, staring at your downfall. 

You want to scream and cry for help, but it feels like your mouth has been cemented shut. 

A faint noise calls your name, which sounds closer and closer each time as you fall helplessly. 

You make a successful-ish attempt to turn on your stomach. 

In your horror, you see a halo, cracked and muted of its previous glow. Your halo.

Not that far below you, there are hot red coals. 

Oh God. 

The voice becomes louder and closer and you hit the ground with a scream. 

You jump up, to find yourself back in the dump that is your bedroom, slicked with sweat. 

“Oh my God, Y/N! Are you alright?” Emily, who was tentatively paving the way to get to your pathetic self. 

“Emi, hi… Yeah, just eh, rough day,” you smile weakly at the Seraphim, who’s concerned expression shows that she doesn't believe you, but she doesn’t want to put you under pressure.

“What’s all of this?” Emily motions to the wrecked room.  

“Adam pulled a tantrum again?” 

“Huh? Oh that, nono, sorry uhm,” you pause to clean the room as it was with the snap of your fingers.

“Why are you here Emi? Do you need something?” You wipe your eyes, but your bloodshot eyes are still apparent. 

“No, I just wanted to hang out with you, but I can come back if it's a bad time,” The Seraphim stumbles over her words as she looks up at you, slightly flushing.

“No, no you can stay. I’m just a little bit shaken up, but yep you can stay. Uhm….” you trail off. 

This place is feels really constraining

You need an escape. 

“Hey Emily, wanna go on an adventure?” You put on a face of newfound enthusiasm. The Seraphim just had that effect on people.

“Of course! But er, where?” 

“Shh, it's a surprise, now let's go!” You push Emily into the portal you made and go in yourself. 

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“Woah, this is what it's like?” Emily says as she looks around the hellish landscape like a lost puppy.

She snaps out of it when you drag her out of the way of a thrown carcass headed towards the both of you. 

“Yeah, let's head inside,” You manoeuvre her into the hotel. 

The lobby is more populated than your last visits to the establishment, though all faces are familiar. 

“Emily, meet Angel, Husk Alastor, Charlie, who you know already, and-” Your voice dies down in your throat at the sight of the Demon King, with his strapping jacket and top hat. 

What is going on with you today? 

“And Lucifer,” You motion to the King, who gives you both an acknowledging nod. 

Your heart misses a beat. 

“Well uh, there's one more but I don't know where she is… WOAH NIFFTY!”

The little scamp runs towards the Seraphim with a knife about to stab her with malicious intent. 

“Niffty, no. No stabbing any more angels we talked about this,” Angel grabs the knife from the housemaid and throws it in the trash can. 

“Ugh, not a bad boy,” Nifty grumbles and begrudgingly rushes off to god knows where. 

“Well everyone, this is Emily, not sure if Charlie has told you about her but-”

“Is she your kid?” Angel asks. 

“I’m sorry, what? Oh no, no she is not my kid pff,” you say. 

“Huh,”

“Well as I was trying to say, Emily here is another person on our side,” You give Emi an encouraging squeeze of the shoulders. 

“Well this is quite the improvement. Salutations! Pleasure to meet you,” The radio demon greets himself, extending his hand to shake Emily's. 

She takes it, though cautious. 

She turns to Charlie and warms up to the amicable face. 

“Hi, Emily, er obviously you know who I am,” The princess of Hell welcomes her, as some of the other Hotel residents go off doing their own thing. 

“Oh yes. Y/N told me about you, obviously we've met before, but under less casual circumstances,” Emily scrambles for conversation. 

Obviously, they need a little push to loosen up with each other. 

“Charlie, maybe show Emily the garden? Or maybe the entire hotel for that matter. Emi here has been dying to have a look around,” 

“Oh yes! Let me show you some of the suites, I decorated them myself,” Filled with giddiness, Charlie beckons the Seraphim upstairs.  

Emily turns to you, unsure. 

“Go on, don't worry, I'll be waiting here!” You give her a persuasive smile and shoo the pair upstairs. 

Now you had some time to kill…

“Hey!” 

“Agh!” You jump at the voice of Lucifer. 

“Geez, am I that scary?” He laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder. 

“Pff as if-” You snicker and give him a playful shove back.

“Anyway, how've you been? How's the old rusted machine been?”

“Are you always going to make digs and remarks at my husband in an attempt to get all three of his wives in your pants?” You raise an eyebrow sarcastically.

He sighs, feigning sorrow. “You know me too well. I thought it was the perfect plan, but clearly I'll have to tune it a bit,” The demon rattles on, but your brain fixates on the one word he said. 

Perfect. 

Something you try so, so hard to be, but apparently isn't enough for your mom. 

If your mom doesn't love you as you are. 

Well, what's to say anyone can? 

“Well, what do you say, Butter-Duck? You have to find a nickname for me, but I'll call you that regardless, hmm?”

His question brings you back to the conversation. 

Which, leads you to ugly, fat tears. 

Lucifer’s face contorts into panic. 

“Wait, I'm sorry, it's was a rubbish nickname, sorry I thought it was funny-” He puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

“No, no it's not that,” You rub your eyes, your voice croaky. 

“The reason is quite silly, really, it's fine, I'm just being stupid hahha,”

Lucifer is not convinced. 

“Listen, you helped me out the other day, and even though I'm not good at this comforting stuff, please, at least let me listen,” He gives you a weak, gorgeous smile, one that is enough to make you stop crying about. 

Okay, it's really becoming an issue of you being distracted by…

Him.

“Well, just an argument with my mom; basically just her saying how much of a disappointment I am and-” your voice creaks.

“And?”

“And I suddenly just don’t feel like her daughter,just a burden she has to put up with, and then what’s the point of all of this if you're not perfect,” 

And breathe. 

You put your face in your hands. 

“I’ll never find love,” 

“Hang on, but isn't Adam your husband? Don't you love him?” 

“No, I don't. It was a marriage purely organised by my parents. Completely transactional,” you mutter dejectedly. 

“Shit, that really sucks. Listen, I know it's hard to hear, but you need to hear it. Nobody is perfect. No one. That's what makes people interesting. And your mom wanting you to be that is far from perfect of her. Not sure if you're aware, but we're in Hell, right now, amongst many people who are basically morality rejects. But you, you're a Winner. Not in the physical sense, but also metaphorically. And for what it's worth…” Lucifer takes a moment to mull over his next words. 

“Many people love you, like Charlie and, that Seraphim, Emilia?”

“Emily” You amend. 

“Anyway, that's besides the point. The point is that you have many people that adore you, and that's what matters most,” Lucifer comes closer and stiffly puts his arms around you, which you return. 

“Thank you, Lucifer,” You sniffle into his shoulder. 

“No problem, anytime. You are my friend after all,” He gently smiles.

Your heart flutters. Friend? As in, person he considers more than an acquaintance? 

“So, what's this about a Butter-Duck?” You tease. 

“What? I thought it'd be a cool nickname for you,” He huffs. 

“Alright, alright… Let me think of a nickname for you then… Lulu!” 

He grimaces. “Ugh, that sounds like a name for a baby products brand!”

“Oddly specific, but if it annoys you more, all the better!” 

“Ugh, you're like worst than some sinners here I swear,” 

“Who said Angel’s can't be jokesters too?” You give him a wink. 

He coughs, a rosy red complexion appearing on his face.

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Emily and Charlie come back into the lobby, to you and Lucifer making small talk on the couch. 

“Ready to go?”

 Emily nods. She goes to hugs Charlie, which is reciprocated. 

“Well, I’ll see you around?” You squeeze the demon’s king hand. 

He looks at you, and nods, hesitant to return the gesture, as if you were glass. 

“Yes, I will,” 

As you and Emily leave to make your way back to Heaven, you could've sworn you heard Lucifer whisper three words. 

“I love you,” 

You turn back with a questioning expression, but all that was on his face was nonchalance.

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[justrainandcoffee]

A Manual of Good Behavior and Polite Accomplishments (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)

Or the first time that Rose said 'fuck you'.

Alfie Solomons x Rose Coldwell (ofc). Masterlist

Summary: An awkward encounter between Rose who was 10 years old, and her mother's employer ends with the girl teaming up with Alfie, also 10, teaching Da Vinci, the cockatiel, a new vocabulary. If the old man thinks he can control her, he's wrong.

Warnings: Old fashioned thoughts, even for a story set in 1890s. Otherwise it's just a kids shenanigans.

Words: 1.7k || The title of the fic is a real book that existed back then.|| I missed writing for them as kids 🥺❤️.

1898

Rose was only ten years old and it was with her mother in the house where she worked to help her. Mary Coldwell was visibly pregnant and couldn't do all the chores that the owner of the house wanted.

Very often Rose heard her mother talking to Mrs. Solomons, their neighbour, about this man: Mr. Clarkson. A rich gentleman about 50 years old, very proud of himself. He's everything a man living in London in 1898 should be. Richard Patrick Clarkson was a respectable man who drunk whiskey and smoked cigars. He played croquet and poker with friends that were from the same old school as he was.

The imminent arrival of a new century wasn't something that Mr. Clarkson wanted. Why, he asks himself, time has to pass? The nineteenth century it was a good century. He grew up in it and he couldn't complain about his achievements and the man he was. He wished he could say the same about the new generations.

He's in his living room reading the newspaper when he saw the daughter of his servant carrying some towels to the bedroom upstairs because her mother couldn't do it anymore. The child was whistling a song that she learnt in school and Mr. Clarkson found that incredible unacceptable. A little girl like her, shouldn't be whistling. That's for thugs and those teenage boys who spent their days bothering people. Whistling shouldn't be for girls, never.

"What's your name? And, how old are you?" he asked when the kid was coming down.

"My name is Rose, sir. I'm ten."

"You're a young pretty lady, Ms. Rose. I have something for you," the man said giving her an old book. Its yellow pages showed that it's some decades old and it had been accumulating dust on the bookshelf. "It belonged to my eldest daughter. She lives in Boston, now. She married a banker and has three kids. I want you to read this and give me your opinion next time you come here with your mother again."

"Oh… okay. Thanks, sir."

The book, thought Mr. Clarkson, it was going to help the girl to understand the importance of behaving like a proper lady.

Evidently, Mr. Clarkson didn't know Rose Coldwell.

The book caused the opposite effect on her. It was written a lot of decades before she was born and undoubtedly it was old fashioned. Something that a girl born in those years couldn't even imagine.

And that was what Rose said to him next time she went with her mother there. Obviously that wasn't the answer that the man was expecting.

"Young ladies do not speak unless a man allows them, Ms. Rose."

"But you asked me, sir. When a person asks something, usually the other gives an answer."

"You're a very disrespectful, girl! At your age my sweet daughter was very educated and knew the etiquette that girls like you don't know anymore!"

"What century was that, sir?"

"You're going to grow up one day, child. And you're going to be one of those who act like a man. Spitting out and whistling like you were doing the other day. Do you know what those women are? Slu…"

"I begged you do not talk to Rose ever again, Mr. Clarkson," interrupted Mary Coldwell, "my daughter's education is my responsibility so I'm going to request you to stop interfering with that."

The woman grabbed her daughter's hand and both went to the kitchen where she was cleaning the windows.

"Did he say something to you, Rosie?"

"No, mom. Nothing important at least."

She couldn't wait to return home to speak with her best friend, Alfie.

Alfie was also ten years old. He knew that after school his neighbour went to her mother's workplace to help her while her younger brother was with their grandmother. But he didn't know that the old man treated Rose bad. He knew her his whole life and as far as he knew, she wasn't very different from other girls he knew from school or the neighborhood.

"We're all whistling that stupid song," he said "how old is he?"

"Old enough to believe that a woman only speaks if a man wants to."

"That's ridiculous. Me mom, she probably can kick his ass if she hears that."

"He's unbearable. Do you want me to help to prank him?" Her childish smile made her friend smile as well.

"Of course, Rosie!"

"Aren't you going to ask me what I planned?"

"I don't care! If he said something to ya, then it's personal!" the boy put a hand on her shoulder "tell us your plan."

Mr. Clarkson had a cockatiel called "Da Vinci". Da Vinci repeated Shakespeare's sonnets that his owner taught him from the moment he acquired him. The bird also knew other phrases in French and some in Latin.

But any bad word.

Alfie hated birds and it wasn't a secret for anyone around him. Everything started seven years ago when a pigeon ate his loaf of bread. And he never forgave it. So Rose knew that he was going to hate Da Vinci, despite being a cute cockatiel. The plan was simple: taught the bird how to swear. To much Mrs. Solomons despair, her son was good at it.

After Mrs. Coldwell warning, Mr. Clarkson didn't speak with the girl again even when he still thought that she needed discipline. He wasn't against physical punishment, if it was necessary, and the Lord knew that she needed to feel it at least once. But he said nothing.

Da Vinci used to spend his afternoons in his cage next to the window, facing the street and enjoying the view of that corner of London. That day, Rose left the window open and threw a pebble out of it to show Alfie, who was waiting on the other side of the street, that he could approach.

"You're awful, mate!" Alfie said poking the cage with his finger "okay, Rosie needs me, right? And you're going to listen to me, bird."

For two weeks after school, for at least an hour, Alfie stood up under that open window to teach the bird his talent.

'Cunt' was the first word that the bird learnt causing a horror expression in his owner's face.

"It was you? Did you teach Da Vinci that word?"

"It wasn't me, sir. Besides, I thought you told me that I couldn't speak until a man allowed me. And there's not another man besides you here, so I didn't speak. Expect to my mommy who clearly told you do not talk to me."

Mr. Clarkson pursed his lips and with his hand told the girl to leave. His poor Da Vinci was being corrupted and he didn't know who it was.

"It was really fun," Rose said later to Alfie while they were doing the homework together. "I think you did it well!"

"I didn't finish, Rosie. I think I'm starting to understand that stupid bird. Maybe you can try, too. Just say fuck you in front of him, the beast learns quickly."

Rose was still a girl and despite what Mr. Clarkson thought, she didn't behaved like a thug. Her mother taught her well and she did learn. And until that moment in her short life she had never said the word fuck. Alfie clearly was, all the time.

By the end of the third week, Da Vinci was Alfie's best student. And his words were a mix of Shakespeare's sonnets and English slang from that century.

The day that Alfie couldn't go to his usually spot under the window, Rose approached the bird with a cookie in her hand.

"Hello, Da Vinci," Rose said.

The cockatiel looked at her. He knew the girl, so he didn't seem to be upset by her presence.

"Hello, hello!" repeated him.

The girl checked that the door was locked and approached the bird knowing that she was going to say it. She felt it in her heart. Mr. Clarkson would suffer a heart attack caused by the indignation, but the girl was ready. So she said it.

"Fuck you!" and she giggled covering her mouth with the hand.

It felt good, not to say it to the bird because she wasn't. But to imagine the man hearing it. So she repeated it several times. After that she gave Da Vinci the cookie and she ran away from there.

"What did you do, Rose?" her mother asked when she saw her daughter.

"Nothing, mum!"

"Rose…"

"I swear! I just gave the cockatiel a cookie," the girl replied. In part was true.

Alfie hugged his friend when he knew the good news. "It wasn't that bad, eh, Rosie? It's fuckin' easy!"

"I feel like an idiot, giggling after that."

"I want to hear it! It's not fair that only the bird heard you! I gave you the idea!"

"I'm not going to say it to you, Al!"

"Oh come on! I know you're not saying it to me! We're friends!"

The girl looked at him and said it. Both kids laughed out loud, Alfie didn't know but he opened a door that Rose never closed again. Swearing was part of her now.

And was part of Da Vinci, too.

It was six in the morning when Mr. Clarkson woke up. His maid already prepared him the breakfast and left the cockatiel on the same table as he was because the man liked to have breakfast with him.

"Would you like a cookie, Da Vinci?" Mr. Clarkson asked.

After few seconds in silence, he spoke.

"Cookie! Cunt! Fuck you! Cookie!"

The man sighed.

He didn't know everything yet. On his favourite chair in the library he had, was the book 'a manual of good behaviour and polite accomplishments' covered by Da Vinci's poop.

Rose left it there with the intention of giving him the answer he asked for.

[littlewitchbee]

tagged by @patron-saints and @rizaposting 💕 thank you friends 😘

are you named after anyone? kinda? My mom chose my name because it's a mix of hers and my aunt's. I also share a middle name with my mom

when was the last time you cried? I tear up a lot if I'm reading or watching something (just finished my fmab rewatch and alphonse saying hoho's hand is warm always gets me) but it's been a bit since I've had an actual cry. It's unfortunate because oh man could I really use a good one.

do you have kids? no but hopefully someday (soon 😅) I want them very badly

do you use sarcasm a lot? yes. deadpan, too, so people just think I'm kind of a bitch (and they're probably right 🤷‍♀️) I'm working on it

what sports do you play? I like hiking and I work out sometimes but no sports :( if I was better at tennis I'd probably play that a lot

what's the first thing you notice about people? eyes probably

what's your eye color? 💙

scary movies or happy endings? I'm more of a happy ending person but it's gotta feel earned

any special talents? my special power is that I always come back to a download or whatever when it's at 69% finished

where were you born? SoCal babey 😎🌊

what are your hobbies? I just like to make things! art, writing, sewing, cooking - you name it, I like to do it!

do you have pets? yes! my two dumb birds Guts the cockatiel and Beebo the green cheek 💕 and I'm counting Baby Onion even though she's my roommate's cat. I also have a few shrimp and a cute little jumping spider

how tall are you? 5'8"

favorite subject in school? I really enjoyed history, esp in college

dream job? I always really wanted to engineer/design prosthetics for people. If I could redo things I'd probably try to apply myself more to go either into that or to become a surgeon. As it stands I'm not cut out for it lol

Or, I'd love to get into tattooing and maybe just travel around doing tattoos for people 💕

Tagging @kazsama @dreadfutures @aicasey @wingsofescape @rowanisawriter @terminalberserker and anyone else who'd like to do this ☺️

[crowleysshittyglasses]

Can I get some parrot lore?

@seven-winged-liar Finally answering this!! I’m sorry it took so long!

I’m gonna drill a tiny hole in this can of worms and only talk about the specific lore of a couple of my favourite birds I know

This is Babe, she’s a 42 year old umbrella cockatoo who lives at the parrot rehab centre I volunteer at. She was smuggled out of a super neglectful bird rescue that allowed other cockatoos and rats to chew on her feet and permanently damage them. She’s by buddy, my pal, my friend and she loves cuddles and peanut butter sandwiches. She’s an extremely jealous bird and will start shouting ‘HI BABE’ if any of her favourite people spend too much time with another cockatoo. She’s also a spoiled little princess and if she gets fluff on her beak while preening, she’ll stop immediately and wait for one of her loyal human servants to remove it for her. She’s simply too pretty

This is Kali, she’s a black headed caique. She was surrendered after she over-bonded to one of her owners and become too much to handle. I’m actually pretty sure Kali is a male, but her moms told me that anything they bring into their house becomes a woman and I’m gonna respect that. She’s a lovely little bird, and is always a pleasure to hang out with. She’s not super cuddly, but she’ll happily ride around on your shoulder whenever possible

This is my little guy, Frodo. He’s a 9 year old cockatiel who was surrendered because his owners were going to be having a baby and felt that they wouldn’t be able to care for him. He’s pretty chunky, from being on a shitty seed diet for the first 7 years of his life, but we’re working on it. He’s a lovely little guy and loves to sing and dance his strange little bird dances and will entice the other birds to sing through his beautiful improv whistle songs (he makes them up as he goes). He’s also super loud while getting cuddles and you can always tell when he’s happy because all you hear is just like an orchestra of joyous bird noises

Some more bird pics for the good vibes:

Also! A lot of people assume that parrots are only macaws, because scarlets and B&Gs are kinda the default parrot, but there are like 400 species of parrots. The smallest ones are about 3 inches tall and the largest an are about 3 feet. Their lifespans also range from 15-20 years for the little guys to like 60+ for healthy, well cared for big guys. I personally know a cockatoo in his 80s rn living his best life as a rockstar grandpa

anyway I love parrots so much oh my god

[roguemonsterfucker]

So recently I got a new parakeet. It was a rescue that my mom really really wanted to save so I agreed and new parakeet doesn't really add any expenses or extra work (at least not once they're quarantined and moved into the community cage).

This little boy is named Mercury and he is a baby. Younger than the four babies that were born here.

At first we were gonna put him in with the babies, but the momma, Happy, attacked him and generally was just not safe for him to be there, so we moved him next door to the Blue Bird cage and oh boy.

That cage is so peaceful.

Mainly because of a single bird. Pluto.

Pluto is an angel, I swear.

I got him quite a while ago and he lived with two females, Bug and Skyler for a long time until Bug attacked Skyler (because they were fighting over who could be Pluto's mate) so Bug moved to live in an all female cage (and she's very happy there!). So it was just Pluto and Skyler for quite a while until I finally got things set up to join several cages together.

I got a large cage and moved in a few single birds, Bebe, Jupiter, and Neptune, to live along side Pluto and Skyler. It was my first time introducing birds and I knew Bebe and Jupiter had horrible social skills due to living alone for so long and having rough upbringings (they were all rescues from various situations), so I was extremely scared for them to all live together.

But Pluto made it all okay. He was so kind to everyone. He would calm down any conflicts that arose. All the males loved him and he even had a bit of a polyamorous thing going with Skyler and Neptune that never resulted in them fighting. He just loves everyone and everyone loves him.

Bebe and Jupiter hated each other at first (being two young birds that never learned how to interact with other birds), but Pluto really helped them settle in and while they still have no social skills, they get along pretty well with each other now and I credit it all to Pluto.

Sadly Neptune got really sick (she was sick when we got her with a chronic issue that we fought for as long as we could until it caught up to her) and passed about a year or so ago. But overall that cage has been the friendliest and most peaceful cage in my house. They have little fights over food sometimes but never anything serious.

So I felt very confident that when we moved Mercury in there, he would be fine, though I was still a bit nervous about Jupiter and Bebe.

And it did go fine! No one seemed to even notice there was a new bird in the cage at first. But more recently, I've seen Pluto hanging out with Mercury. Shoot, I've seen Jupiter hanging out with Mercury! Not really Bebe or Skyler because they avoid everyone except Pluto if they can help it lol.

No aggression, other than light chasing away from food lol. Just chillin'.

So yeah. Shout out to Pluto, the sweetest bird in my house (besides Bandit, my cockatiel). It's thanks to him that I have a peaceful cage of six beautiful birds

I'm so glad I have him to be able to welcome Mercury here with open wings.

Now if only my other two cages of parakeets could learn to be so chill lol.

[l3irdl3rain]

What do you think about wing clipping for birds? My mom wants to clip our cockatiel and I don’t want her to

In general im against wing clipping. It’s true that there are risks involved with leaving your bird flighted (they can fly into windows, ceiling fans, stovetops). However when you take an animal into your home that flies those are just kind of risks you should be willing to work around. There are also risks involved in clipping your birds wings.

That being said, I did clip Chester shortly after I brought him home. I was trying to work with him and teach him to step up and he actually flew at my face a couple times to attack me. I wanted to keep working with him but also I like my face to be intact so I did clip him once. By the time his wings grew back in he no longer wanted to kill me quite as bad and I was able to safely work with him as a flighted bird.

[koto-mun]

Gonna be evacuating just before Hurricane Milton hits Florida considering where I live is directly in its path. It should be a Category Three hurricane once it hits landfall, and we don't know if our house will be flooded or not. I know for a fact that my grandmother's house will be flooded again, so we're going to be renting a U-Haul van to put all of our pets in while we leave. I'm worried about my grandmother's aviary though. She breeds cockatiels to make money, and I'm not sure if they'll be safe considering how many of them there are. Meanwhile we have two cockatiels of our own, two eclectus parrots, two rabbits and a cat, while grandma has a few cats and a dog if we're not counting her aviary. Our regular van can hold up to seven people and the U-Haul can have two in the driver and passenger seats. So just in case, I'm going to have to pack up some clothes in my duffle bag and some stuff to keep me entertained while we're away like my DS, 3DS and Switch. I'll probably bring my mom's old Mac as well if the place we're going to endure the storm in has Wi-Fi, but if it doesn't, I'm letting you all know beforehand why I'm not in contact with you guys for a few days. Here's hoping my house and my grandmother's house don't flood. Grandma's house already had a foot and a half of rain flood it during Helene, so I'm hoping she doesn't have to go through all that again once we come back.

[undasura]

emi (my bird) (cockatiel) is bonded to my mom and pretends she hates me but sits behind me on my chair ALL day and acts offended if i lean too far back like im in HER personal space like. girl..... you came over here to ME..........

[purplesimmer455]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! (no pressure! ❤️)

hey thanks for asking 😊💛

A random as heck thing is that I get a long almost colorless eyebrow hair that always grows out of the outer edge of my right eyebrow. I’m not sure if it’s something to do with PCOS, genetics, hormones, etc but yup it’s really weird. 😳

I have 7 pet cockatiels at home. We originally started with 2 but they mated and had so many kids so now it’s a full house. 😄

Also a random one but I’m the only one in my family (mom, dad, sis, and brother) who has wavy hair. My mom and sis have thick straight hair and my dad when he had hair also had thick straight hair, and my brother keeps his short but so far it’s also been just straight so maybe mine is from some relative on either my mom or dad’s side in Pakistan. 😊