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Post by julianna on Oct 26, 2015 14:54:15 GMT -5
I don't know if you get the same reaction but I find it amazing that when Oscar looses a feather, he will treat it like it does not belong to him.
Especially a tail feather. When one comes out... he will first rip off the little fuzz at the bottom... then toss that feather away. If I try to get it ... he nips me... and if I hand it back to him he will toss it again and again. Just to say "That is NOT mine".
He does this with all his feathers that have fallen out. I have kept all the nice feathers that he has lost over the years and when I show him the glasses full he back up and does his horrible stare.... and tries to grab them to toss them out.
Are your QP's the same? Does that feather belong to them or NOT??? lol |
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Post by Jan and Shah on Oct 26, 2015 15:06:38 GMT -5
If I hold one of Shah's feathers in front of him, he will groom it. But he screams at the cockatiel feathers.
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Post by aaron on Oct 26, 2015 17:06:21 GMT -5
Oh man, my parents' Cockatiel goes freakin' batty when he loses a feather. It is not only as if the feather that just detatched from his body is not his, but it is also the most terrifying thing on the planet. He regularly pulls out a feather only to suddenly tear around the room in complete terror. It's humorous, but kinda sad.
Cupcake wants to inspect her feathers if we pick them up. But she usually picks them up for a second and then drops them. She doesn't really care.
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Post by cnyguy on Oct 26, 2015 20:19:42 GMT -5
Most of the time, once he loses a feather, Ralph has no further interest in it. Once in a while, he'll chew on the base of a molted feather, then toss it aside. During his first molt not long after I got him, Ralph was saving his molted feathers. He'd carry one around in his beak for a while, then set it aside at the bottom corner of his cage. Some of them he brought out to stash behind the pillow on the living room sofa, along with other odd assorted things. When I first got Ralph, he was hiding almost everything from pellets to molted feathers to junk mail behind the pillow, but he gave that up a long time ago.  |
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Post by easttex on Oct 27, 2015 3:46:45 GMT -5
It seems Peppy and Ralph have quite a few things in common. Peppy also has no feeling one way or the other about his molted feathers. Allie will play with her feathers for a minute if I offer her one. She also displays a little more interest when I pick up one of her flight or tail feathers. Ralph must have decided that you were not going to plunder his wealth after all, Gary. |
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Post by cnyguy on Oct 27, 2015 20:27:44 GMT -5
Ralph must have decided that you were not going to plunder his wealth after all, Gary. I think that when Ralph first moved in, he suspected that there might be a limited supply of everything. "I'd better stash this away, just in case I never get any more." Once he found out he could have pretty much anything he wanted, he quit hiding things behind the pillow.  |
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Post by siobhan on Oct 28, 2015 11:59:26 GMT -5
Clyde will immediately shrink from and shriek at any dropped feather. It's a monster!!!! In contrast, Rocky will pick up a dropped feather and inspect it carefully before either handing it to me or dropping it on the floor. Maggie, the Pigeon Queen, will kick them aside disdainfully as if she's saying "good riddance!" Ringo apparently hides hers, which may have some connection to her forgotten babyhood as a wild bird. I find hers under the newspaper under her cage. Not in her cage. Not even on top of the paper under her cage. UNDER it.
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Post by cnyguy on Oct 28, 2015 20:30:05 GMT -5
George would sometimes pick up one of his molted feathers and march back and forth on his perch with the feather in his beak. He looked like he was the flag bearer in a parade. |
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Post by siobhan on Oct 29, 2015 14:59:38 GMT -5
LOL. Perhaps you were supposed to applaud or something?
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Post by cnyguy on Oct 29, 2015 19:47:13 GMT -5
LOL. Perhaps you were supposed to applaud or something? Maybe-- or laugh. I think George wanted to be a professional comedian-- he loved having people laugh at things he did, and of course had to join in the laughter himself. |
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Post by aaron on Oct 29, 2015 20:27:04 GMT -5
I love bird laughing! Cupcake is all about the laughing as well. She's a total ham.
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Post by siobhan on Oct 30, 2015 12:50:14 GMT -5
Clyde and Jade both laugh when they've done something naughty. Rocky is the only one who laughs at funny. He laughs at jokes on TV or when we're throwing toys for Jack to fetch.
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Post by aaron on Oct 30, 2015 13:09:26 GMT -5
Cupcake laughs when other people laugh. She loves to escalate the laughter, as she has figured out that if she laughs when everyone else is laughing, we just start laughing harder. So then she laughs harder. It's one of the best things ever. Pure therapy for the whole household. She also laughs when she is attacking my electric razor while I am trying to shave, and when I make raspberry noises on her belly when she is on her shower perch. She'll laugh at jokes on the TV on occasion as well. She also seems to laugh when she is nervous. If there is someone in the house she doesn't know and she seems uneasy about it, she will often sit to the side and look slightly perturbed and chuckle to herself. Perhaps she is plotting things. |
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Post by cnyguy on Oct 30, 2015 22:20:26 GMT -5
Ralph laughs when I tell him that he's a silly little parrot. His laugh sounds more like he's clearing his throat, but it's definitely laughter. George had several versions of laughter. There was his sadistic laugh, when he'd lunge at someone's finger and just miss connecting. There was his delicate little chuckle-- he'd sometimes mumble to himself, then chuckle that way, as if he'd just told himself a joke. He had an embarrased laugh too, as when he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing and fell off a perch and would laugh afterward. Then there was his hearty laugh. He could really get going with that one, especially if anyone laughed along with him. |
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Post by easttex on Oct 31, 2015 4:51:15 GMT -5
George would sometimes pick up one of his molted feathers and march back and forth on his perch with the feather in his beak. He looked like he was the flag bearer in a parade. Surely a salute would not have been out of order? |
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