by Sandra Gallimore, Guest Blogger
Intoducing
Shine with a bone the size of his head.
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Parrots
love bones to chew on, and Shine is no exception. He loves to gnaw. and it's good for his beak, plus keeps him occupied.
Shine
was born January 8, 1998 making him 15 years old, and I have had him
for 14 of those years. He was born on Elvis Presley's birthday so it
looks like they would have named him Elvis -- but they chose Sunshine.
He's just happy with 'Shine' though, and he does shine when his winning
personality comes through.
I
have been lucky, as Shine's friend, to be able to work all that time
at home before I retired. He has not had constant attention in
these years, but much more than the average parrot would have with
working owners, so there are many bored and lonely parrots in the
world . I think it affects being happy or unhappy and how long they
live.
It
took Shine a while to start talking, but then I was surprised to
learn he had been listening all along! Shine has a large and
varied vocabulary, including sentences when he so desires. Some
of these are as follows: "I want to go outside and see birds", "I
want to go for a walk", "how's my boy?, "I want a chip", "Get
outta here!"(to the dogs and cats), together with phrases such as "come on", "go
on", "stop", "quit", "scratch my head", and many more.
While
it is true that most birds and parrots mimic what they hear, it is
also true that they learn. As an example, I think of when my
husband and I would run to get Shine when he flew into a wall or
window. "Are you all right?" we would ask and see if he was.
One day I was in the kitchen and a lower cabinet door was open. When
I turned around, I hit my leg on it and yelled. When I did, Shine
yelled "Are you all right?"
I
love that story. So as smart as he is an owner must realize that a
parrot, especially a Grey, has the mental age of only about a 2 1/2
years old. So he has moods and little patience and a short
attention span.
Recently, I
had Shine outside for fresh air. Somehow he had gotten out of his smaller
cage and had flown away. Of course, I was in a panic. Birds in
captivity cannot care for themselves -- may not find food or water, and
many die. So it is of the utmost importance to start looking
for them immediately --just as it would be for a child. Time is
the enemy of a lost animal or child. We started immediately,
first looking up and down the highway in front of our house to see if
he had been hit, as he would have flown low. But no Shine.
To make a long story short, we looked all day until dark with no
luck. Too many trees and too much noise. So I spent the
night having to think the worst.
I
started again at first light the next day. I went back for the third time to an area I felt he might have gone as it was a straight
flight path from our house. Just as we gave up and pulled away, a lady came running from her house. "I have it --I have it!"
she yelled. And she did! Her family had done yard work
until dark that day before, and when they went in her little boy said: "Mom, there's a big bird on the porch!" The lady went out, and it seems she looked enough like me that Shine immediately walked
over to her and climbed on her shoulder to her surprise. Then
her husband said 'That bird belongs to someone if it came to you." So
the family made a makeshift cage and tried to care for him all
night. When she saw us looking she knew we were looking for
him. Needless to say, Shine came home unscathed after his night on
the town -- and the next day I treated that family to pizza and ice
cream!
As
I am older I must plan ahead for Shine when I am no longer able to
care for him. He will live another 30 or 40 years. Since
he is pretty much a one person bird, I am going to try to find him a
bird sanctuary since he knows birds are like him. So one day,
if you happen to see many birds together you just might hear them
say to each other, "Are you all right?"
Maybe Aya can help you find someone who would adopt Shine. She is pretty good at networking, and such. I really enjoyed getting to know more about your parrot, and his misadventures on the lamb, so to speak.
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