This is Rocky. He’s been here since Thursday evening. He was advertised on pets4homes as the family had a cat that was starting to attack his cage. So wheels were quickly put into motion.
He’s around 2 years old.
We didn’t really have room, but somehow we have squeezed him in.
Dinku has two girlfriends!
Ayla and Daisy the hens do not seem to mind. I am pretty sure that both the hens feed Dinku, which is kind of odd.
But they all seem happy 🙂
Photo of Ayla, Dinku and Daisy below
These little budgies look suspicious to me. But they say that they do not know who tore up the newspaper.
Do we believe them?
I put the Christmas toys up on 22nd December and they are finally getting destroyed!
The budgies were scared of them for a very long time.
Unfortunately Max passed away today.
Much as I and the vet tried to get him better in August, it just was not to be.
I noticed him acting oddly earlier. So I tried to feed him millet and he would not take any. He even let me preen his head feathers, which was not like him.
I locked him in a cage and tried to get him to take water with guardian angel and he would not have that either. He jumped to the bottom and could not get up again.
He started flapping and I picked him up, he made some strained squawks and passed away.
A lady brought her beloved Max here in January 2022 as she couldn’t look after him due to him affecting her health.
We have loved having Max here, he was a very interactive member of the flock. We’re very sad he couldn’t be here longer. Unfortunately, we never know how much time we will get with our feathery friends.
I hope Max has met up with Bertie as they were best of friends.
Farewell little guy, I’m sorry x
We’ll miss you always. Until we meet again.
This post is unusual in that it is not about budgies, but I wanted to share an experience that I had.
On Thursday we were on our way out and I noticed a pigeon sitting on the floor. He didn’t move away when people walked past him, so it was obvious he was in trouble.
I panicked a bit as I had no idea what to do. I went on my local facebook group and made a post asking what to and then typed “pigeon” in the search. I found a post mentioning “London Wildlife rescue” and called their number. The message that was played said to send them a whatsapp message with a photo and location of the bird.
I sent a message via whatsapp, but in the mean time the pigeon had wandered into a garden with a locked gate.
I had to go home at this point. But I could not stop thinking about the pigeon, feeling I had failed him.
Then someone from the London Wildlife rescue called me and said they had no volunteers at that time and asked if I could go and get the pigeon, pending someone getting in touch with me. We feared the bird would get eaten by a fox or killed by a cat.
I sent a message to a few friends asking if someone could help me as I am not confident with knocking on strangers doors on my own.
Eventually a kind friend of mine said she could help, so I waited for her to be free.
We rushed off to the garden where the pigeon was last seen. Just as we approached we saw a cat coming out, my heart sank.
It turned out to be a communal garden for 3 houses. We tried door 1, no answer, same for number 2.
By a stroke of luck door 3 answered. I reassured him that we were not mad people and we just wanted to help a pigeon that had made his way into the garden. Thankfully he let us in!
The garden was pretty big and had bushes all around the outside. As these were the covered areas, that is where he would be.
For the next 20 minutes we searched the bushes, using our phones as torches.
Just as we were about to give up, I spotted him on the floor in a corner standing on a thick fallen branch. Our chance to grab him had come!
I shouted to my friend to bring my bag and the carrier over.
I had a small blanket with me and I tried to chuck it over him with no success as he was a lot bigger and heavier than a budgie. So my friend opened the carrier and held it in front of him while I held the blanket round him and pushed him into the carrier!
We must have looked a sight but we got him, and he looked well, but obviously could not fly.
We walked off with the pigeon, I was feeling so relived. At that moment a rescue person phoned and asked if we could meet her with the pigeon in about 45 minutes, which we did.
She sent me a message the next day to say he had gone to Pigeon Recovery in Sutton that morning.
These are the photos I took. Pigeon on the floor, the gate he crawled into and him in the carrier.
Hoping this post inspires people to help more injured creatures.
Barney is such a sweet little boy but has not made one special friend yet. I have seen him feed Dinku and play with Max though so it’s only a matter of time.
He also came over to the table when I was changing the seed in the evening. Admittedly it was to see Max, but he was still very brave and trusting to come that close to me.
He has so far spent time in every one of the four cages at night time!
Last night he stayed in with Chipper, Daisy and Billy. There were a few squiggles as Daisy is not a good night time cage mate, hence why she cannot share with Iris any more, the squiggling drives me mad.
On Saturday a friend sent me a message via whatsapp of a little budgie on Freecycle.
After a few messages back and forth with her owners, who really seemed to care for her, it was established that her partner died and they wanted her to live with someone that already had a few budgies.
They’d had a lot of interest already, but not from someone with birds.
I went and picked her up on Tuesday, it was a 25 minute bus ride and a 5 minute walk. My face was really hot and red when I got there as I have had a migraine for a week and it was a warm day. Plus I get stressed traveling alone as I have massive anxiety but couldn’t find anyone to come with me.
I found it easily thanks to the very detailed instructions Paul made me!
Ayla was tiny, but amazingly she hopped on my hand and I was able to pluck her out of the cage without too much trouble.
Bus ride home and this was her in her box.
A little blue boy called Barney needed a home!
A very lovely and dedicated budgie lady from the forum drove him 220 miles to me so that he could live here.
Here he is. Welcome Barney, we hope you like it here.
My dear little green boy George is 11 years old today.
I sang him Happy birthday, but he was not too impressed.
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