About my Flock

Ok, so this whole feathered family obsession started with a canary almost two years ago now. I got Sam from the local pet shop. He was just to cool to pass up, instead of the typical yellow colour, he was orange and white. He looked like a creamsicle pop to me. So I got him and started to spoil him rotten! He came with a cage that I felt was just WAY to small, so that was the first thing that I upgraded for him. He went from "apartment size" to "mansion" overnight. The cage that I bought was easily 4 times the size of his original cage. After Sam arrived, friends offered us their pair of Love Birds. We took the two and gave them names, so arrived Tristan and Isolde. A few months after these three settled in, I moved Sam into the Love Birds cage, and put the Love Birds into Sams mansion and proceeded to get a Red Factor female canary for Sam to play with. He was SMITTEN instantly. As soon as Grace arrived I completely no longer existed in his little world. He would still tolerate my holding him, but she was his all or nothing. They lived very happily for about 2 months, then Sam passed away. I ended up giving Grace to a friend so that she would be able to have alot more attention. This was approximatly this time last year. About a week or so after Sam passed, I was back in the same pet shop that I had found him, I saw Oscar (at the time named Paco). I was smitten! He was beautiful (still is). I asked and found out that he was up for adoption due to his temperment. He was appparently a bit cage aggresive and getting him out was not always easy. So I went home, and talked it over, and the little guy came home with us on 3-12-07. Boy was he cranky! For the first 2 weeks or so, it looked like I hade voluntarily stuck my hands into shredders. (When someone tells you that a bird is cage aggressive - it means in birdie minds Look but DON'T TOUCH me) So needless to say I bled alot. Now however he is the most wonderful little guy that I have ever had the enjoyment of caring for. He is definatly a mamma's boy though.

Now Charlie Boy on the other hand is a bird of a different color (figuratively and literally). Charlie is our foster bird. He is a 12 (almost 13) yr old Medium Crested Cockatoo. He is totally attached to his foster daddy. We started fostering him just after we brought Oscar home, so he has been with us for almost a year now. He is the perfect bird for people who are intimidated by large birds. He is gentle and cuddly. He does have his moments, but they are few and far between. He has gone to just about anyone that has put their arm out to see him. He will climb up your arm sit on you shoulder and pet you face with his foot. He knows how to say "hello" in just about every possible way, and of course it starts at 6am. Just to see if you are awake.

Well these are my Flock, they are more then just critters though, they are family. I don't know what I would do without them.