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The pick of the litter

Late yesterday afternoon, GC and I drove out to Woodlawn to pick out our new bird from among five little African Grey baby boys.

I’d never been to the breeder’s home before – or any breeder’s home, for that matter – so I was very impressed. First thing we noticed was the yard was full of empty cages and green bins, and you could hear the cacophony of birds calling from inside the house.

The kitchen

The Kitchen

Shirley greeted us at the door. We didn’t go far into the house, because the handfed babies are all kept in the kitchen, which is right next to the front door. She has nine large cages in the kitchen, and every cage has baby birds in it.

The two baby macaws each have their own cage because they’d been chewing one another’s tails. The sun conures share a large communal cage. There were Amazons and Caiques and Quakers and African Greys and all kinds of conures. There were baby somethings in a brooder. There was a large rope structure strung across the kitchen ceiling for the macaws to play on. There were birds EVERYWHERE. We could hear more birds calling from upstairs…that’s probably where she keeps the breeders. (I figure the whole house must be just like the kitchen, because you’d probably fill up the other rooms with bird cages before you’d fill the kitchen, right?)

She showed us the cage of five baby male African Greys. Our task was to pick our favourite. We can’t take him home for another month yet, but we got the pick of the litter.

Five baby boys

Five baby boys

I wasn’t sure how you pick a baby bird out of five seemingly identical baby birds, but someone on the African Grey Forum had said it’s best to let the baby pick you. So that’s what I did. I crouched down and started talking to them, and they all looked at me. Then one little guy perked right up, pushed his way to the front of the crowd, and came right over to me. I picked him up and he snuggled right into me. He gently explored my fingers and chin and nose with his beak and tongue. He liked my voice. He was warm and soft and he smelled good. I was smitten, and so was he.

My baby grey

My Baby Grey

I knew with absolute certainty that he was the one. GC, meanwhile was checking out one of the others. But when I passed him this one, he had to agree. This was definitely the one.

We don’t have a name for our baby yet, but meeting him helped rule out some of the names we’d been considering. It’s a personality thing. He’s a curious, gentle boy bird, and he needs a curious, gentle boy name. (Suggestions are welcome.)

Baby Scarlet Macaw

Baby Scarlet Macaw

This, by the way, is a baby macaw. They were out of their cages for playtime, and they were such little hams for the camera.


In other news, the interview went okay, but I didn’t get the job. I was pretty disappointed at first, but I’m much better now. See?

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