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Conner (Female GCC, Cinnamon); Memphis (Male G2); Woz & Bob (Male Orange Winged Amazons)--They're siblings!--; Hatch, Male B&G Macaw! The Fab Five FIDS!

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Memphis lives to fly high

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Meet the Fids

Fids... feathered kids. And that’s truly what they are. Parrots have the emotional and intellectual maturity of about a 2-5 year old child, depending on the breed and parrot. They are super smart, and most of them have a great sense of humor. We have a rescued flock of 5 parrots and one honorary flock member who lived here briefly and then went back to her mama. Her name is Pickle, and we love Ms. Pickle so much!

Conner was our first flock member with feathers--she’s a green cheek conure with the pineapple mutation. We ransom rescued her from a big box store where she hung upside down and called me over to her. She said, with her eyes, “Hey, you. You in the wheelchair--you’re different. Come here and talk to me.” And so I did. The store employee took her out for me and I held her. She crawled up into my hair and hid there and when they tried to put her up, she bit them. I knew then she was my bird. Back then, her name was Mo, and we thought she was a boy, thus Conner. We had her sexed three years later, and it turns out she’s a she! She’s still Conner, but most of the time, we and she call her ‘Baby Bird’. She even says this phrase, along with: Come ‘ere, Jake, Lynn, Kiss gimme kiss, yeah!, hey baby bird, and variations of those words. She is approximately 7 years old.

Memphis was our next fid flock member. He’s a goffin’s cockatoo who we believe is around 8 years old now. He was rescued from a hoarding illegal breeding operation in Tennessee. We adopted him from Wings of Love Bird Haven. He was near wild when his foster parents got him and they managed to teach him to step up and pan for the camera before we got him. He does love the camera so. It took almost a year to be able to love on him, but today, he will cuddle in my lap and roll upside down and I can pet under his wings and rub on his feets and give him kisses and everything! He’s super smart--I mean, mechanially, he’s uber intelligent. He can undo ANY lock, including combination locks. He’s very good at escaping his cage and releasing food bowls into the wild (that is, dumping them on the floor) when your back is turned. He’s destroyed our walls and doorframes but he’s also melted our hearts. He says a lot of phrases, but mostly only at night when he’s falling asleep. He’ll mumble phrases to himself while he’s starting to doze, some of them quite long. But in ‘normal’ conversation, he says: hi, hello, what ya doing?, I love you, I good boy, I good bird, you good bird?, where going?, where go?, night night, little chicken (I call him this and he loves how it sounds--he’ll watch my lips really carefully when i say it and then repeat it to me) itty bitty pider up wader pout, and varoius other phrases all combined in different ways to get his point across. Memphis is VERY good at getting his point across. I want to point out that Memphis is the only one of our birds who uses the I pronoun the right way. We call him a good bird and instead of repeating “You’re a good bird,” the way Hatch does, Memphis says, “I good bird.” We don’t know how he figured this out, but he did. Memphis is my baby. I fell in love with him online and the universe just came together perfectly to make this happen for me. He was my meant to be. He is my happiness. Sadly, I’m allergic to him. I take three pills, a nose spray and an eye drop all to deal with the allergy to his dander. I don’t care. He’ll be with me forever.

Our next baby was Woz. He was supposed to be for my daughter, but that’s had to change. I’ll explain why in a minute. Woz is a 27 years old orange winged amazon parrot. He’s one of the calmest, sweetest Amazon’s I’ve ever met. But he won’t step up on hands. I don’t know why. He’ll get on a stick no problem, but put a hand up there and he runs away. And yet, he’ll put his head down for scratches in a heartbeat. Shrug. His brother is the same way. I don’t know what’s bothered him in the past to make him fear hands, but he does. He’ll step up straight onto our shoulder from the cage though and ride around with us. He likes taxi rides on human shoulder taxis! Woz was adopted from Wings of Love too. Once here, our little conure just fell in love with Woz and she started hanging out with him on the window seat. He started by following her around, and then they started eating together, and now they preen each other, kiss and cuddle together for hours at a time each day. They share a food bowl and a bath bowl and sleep together in the evenings. It’s the cutest darned thing. The difference in size is hilarious, but Woz is so super careful, gentle and protective of her. They’re in love! So I can’t separate them, which means I inherited Woz, so he can stay with Conner when/if my adult daughter ever moves out.

Bob is the next bird we rescued. Bob was being returned to Wings of Love Bird Haven after having been adopted out. When we learned Bob was coming back and that he was Woz’s brother, we thought it was sad that they had been separated after 25 years of being together in one home. So we decided to bring the brothers back together again! So Bob is Woz’s nest mate and brother. Both of them were imported from the last year in which it was legal to import Amazons... It was either 1992 or `1994, can’t remember which. Bob is super sweet and silly. He likes to steal food. If you see him taking it, he’ll drop it, but if you turn and act like you can’t see him, he’ll sn**ch it and run with it! He’s funny and I love to watch him play. The first year we had him, he never played. Now, he plays with toys and plays games with his Kaira.

And our last bird is Hatch. He’s a big beaked blue and gold macaw, and he’s a linebacker! This bird thinks the way to handle anything is brute force, growl at it, ram it, knock it down, lunge at it! But he’s not a mean bird--he’s just a physical bird. Boy can he talk! This is just a small sample of what he can say: Hi, Hatch, how are you?, Hi Hatch, Bye bye, Hi good bird, here you go buddy, scruffy!, Copper!, want out, kaira, aleck!, Bob, stop it, shut up (I know, I know!), holy crap! (talk to kaira, she did that one), quiet! (that one is aleck), yum!, I love you, good bird, rrrr rrr rrr (no, really, it’s a thing), hi bye bye woot woot, choo choo (like a train), weeeee, mmmm (like yum), hi bird, Hatch, gimme that, hello, HELLO! and lots more. He’s a character. He also coughs like I do, a weak, quiet cough, and it’s adorable and sad all at the same time (I’m on oxygen and have a terminal lung disease, so that’s the sad, but it’s cute the way he mimics me). This bird hates me. I don’t know why. I’ve never done anything to hurt him. He will let everyone else in the house pet him but me. He’s made me bleed and taken huge chunks of skin out of me several times. And yet... he mimics my voice so well you’d swear it was me talking. Oh, and he’ll take treats from me. Go figure. It’s strange that he dislikes me so much, because I’m usually called the “Bird Whisperer” here. But I love him anyway, and I’m patient. I think he’ll learn to trust me. The only thing we can figure is that maybe I remind him of someone from his abusive past. One of the only downsides to adopting a rescued bird. Hatch is special--he’s a great bird, and he and I will eventually be friends.