Dear readers,
They say pets mimic their owner’s behaviour. It rings true with parrots, certainly when it comes to speaking. Frida, our white fronted amazon, has an array of vocabulary, particularly the shrieking from next door, salutations, ringtones, whistles and natter from the radio. Some of her behaviour I’m not sure where she gets from, especially the scandalous stuff. I blame my wife and my dog. It can’t be me.
About two months ago I noticed Frida was managing to get out of her cage. Quite a feat, considering her cage door is cast iron. A little heavy for a small sized parrot, I thought, yet she was able to slide it high enough just to poke her body out. At first I thought I had been leaving her cage open by mistake, but Doña Aide, the lady who helps clean our house, saw Frida lever it open using the back of her neck. I had no reason to disbelieve Aide either, as I already knew Frida was smart enough, but also hated sitting in her cage all day. She liked being high, so she would sit on top of our budgies’ cage, belonging to Diego and Cristina. This is where the crafty behaviour comes in.
I was coming home in the evening to find Frida actually inside the budgies’ cage, but sitting conveniently close to their food bowl. She had the same seeds in her own cage, but it seems stolen food tastes a lot nicer than her own. Sometimes the budgie cage would be left open, and she would be inside the cage with the budgies on top of her cage.
I was thinking this might be a dominance thing: Amazonas are known for it. She would regularly pinch food bits like banana and apple through the bars, even though she had some for herself. Animal nature, survival of the fittest, maybe, where merciless scavenging and stealing are part of the game. On the whole, however, the three birds got on well. Frida would let them preen her feathers through the bars, and she would often regurgitate food for them when they were young. They were, on some level, communicating, which thrilled me because it was the reason I brought the budgies in the first place: to entertain her while I was at work.
I had to put an end to the pilfering, though. The budgies weren’t looking healthly, and while I partly admired Frida’s cunning behaviour, as a parent I couldn’t be seen to allow such conduct, despite her not having any understanding of such human behaviour. I called it “father training“. She probably saw it as me being an “irritating c–t“. I therefore put locks on the budgies’ cage close to where the food containers were; her favoured port of entry. Suffice to say, over a couple of weeks she stopped trying to enter and the budgies looked less starved.
I thought the problem was solved, but then I learned rather devastatingly that it wasn’t. Last week I began putting the birds on the balcony during the day. Fresh air and sunshine made them more chirpy, full of colour and happier, especially the budgies. Then on Thursday morning before work, I forgot to put the lock on Frida’s cage. I went away for five minutes, in which time Frida had got out of her cage, opened the budgies’ cage, left the budgie cage open, in which time the budgies had both escaped. Frida, shamelessly on Trump-sized scale, sat in their empty cage munching on their nosh, not caring an iota that she’d been busted. Evil genius, as the title suggests
Disappointed, I am. Diego and Cristina were lovely little birds. But sometimes the animal kingdom has no concept of loyalty. Freeloading bastards. I doubt they’ll survive long. There are plenty of hungry critters around to take full advantage of two domestic budgies, which aren’t used to feeding for themselves nor defending themselves against predators. Yet I hope they prove me wrong and live long lives in the wild and have babies and start their own colony in the Miraflores colony. There’s plenty of vegetation to do so, although I’m thinking the current cat and bird populations might have something to say about that.
I feel that, somewhat, the bird kingdom has ganged up on me in this abode. I accept responsibility for not locking Frida’s or the budgies’s cages, although my paranoia tells me that the budgies told Frida to open the cage in exchange for food, or Frida just wanted to get rid of them and regain my undivided attention. While I write this, she’s actually sat on my head giving me a thrilling scalp massage. I just bend my head a little to one side and she totters over to balance herself. Am I slaving animals for my own convenience? Of course, I am. I give Frida free food and boarding; it’s the least she can do. This would cost an arm and a leg from a professional masseuse, and it wouldn’t feel as nice either. The only con is that she might crap on my head at any point.
I wish Diego and Cristina well. I hope they stay safe. Pamela and I have decided to adopt another couple parakeets from Casa de Noé, the same place we found Vicente.
As for now, Frida is still massaging my head while I sit comfortably into my chair. I shall now order Vicente to fetch me a beer while I console myself over my missing budgies.
In the meantime, enjoy your weekend.