A parrot is believed to have foiled a burglary by breaking a year of silence to shout: "Stop! I'll shoot".
The parrot, owned by a retired police officer, reportedly foiled the break-in after his owner left his flat in Kiev, Ukraine, for a few minutes.
When he returned he found three men stretched out on the floor with their hands behind their heads, the Cegodnya newspaper reported.
The thieves, who had believed the man was leaving for the entire day, later said they had heard a voice say: "Stop! I'll shoot! On the ground!", when they came into the flat.
The parrot, which had lived with the retired policeman for a year, had apparently not spoken a word before the incident.
Story filed: 10:49 Tuesday 7th October 2003
Thanks so much for taking such good care of Pumpkin while we were away on our mini vacation!! She obviously had a great time staying with you and was in wonderful spirits when we picked her up.
Leaving Pumpkin at home is never a fun option for us. I know that lots of people relish the opportunity to take a break from their pet(s) but we absolutely CHERISH our little monster and it's such a total BUMMER when she's not with us. "WHATEVER AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MYSELF?" This is one of the many things I will whimper in self-pity when we leave her at Feathered Follies.
However, it is very nice to know that the folks at FF genuinely care about Pumpkin, even with the responsibility of so many other boarded birds, birds on display for sale, and the dozens of nursery babies. She gets loved and played with at least a little bit each day, and with all of the activity going on around her, it's a really super place for her to be! We feel so lucky that her nursery is also her boarding facility.
TOYS, TOYS, TOYS!!!
We have been planning to make some new bird toys for a while now but haven't gotten around to getting any new supplies...so it was a great surprise to find out that Feathered Follies has very nice selection of toy parts! So, when we picked Pumpkin up, we also picked out bunches of toy-building supplies and had a lot of fun picking out bits and pieces that we thought she'd enjoy destroying!
That evening, I began introducing individual elements...bells, wiffle balls...leather pieces and wood blocks, just to name a few. Pumpkin was having so much fun she hardly knew what to do with herself! :D Then, Steve came in and assembled the first toy, while Pumpkin ran around on the bed like a lunatic, making her silly creaking noise, shaking bells, tossing balls off the side of the bed, and chuckling under the covers. (You think she's happy to be home?!) :D
Steve presented his toy to her, fully prepared for her to reject it with absolute horror. But right off the bat, she tentatively approached it and was soon so delighted that all we could do was giggle at our happy little bird. What a nut.
Thanks again for everything!
Janet, Steve, and Pumpkin
P.S. If you visit the Caique Chat board, you will see that I left a glowing post regarding the adorable black capped Caiques that you have available, and also left mention of the WBC too. I hope that they find wonderful homes! :D
A BOLD budgie has decided flying is too much like hard work and has taken to riding around on the back of one of this feathered friends.
Bruce the budgie has developed a talent for taming birds twice his size and using them as his own personal transport rather than having to flap his feathers to get from A to B.
The two-year-old developed his skill afterowner Linda Moreno handed him over to her local aviary, Longford Park in Stretford, when his cage companion, Eddie, died and he pined for company.
Linda said: When Eddie died, Bruce washeart-broken, he was pining for him so I thought he would really need some company and decided the aviary in pets corner in Longford park was the best place for him.
"He looked so sad sat in his cage on his own. I put him in the aviary nine months ago and since then he's become the main attraction in pet's corner because he rides around on the back of a quail.
He doesn't really have anything to do with the other budgies, maybe because he's so traumatised about Eddie's death. He gathers food for the quails and then hops on their back and rides around.
Animal keeper at Longford Park pet's corner Chris Boardman said: Bruce chases the quails round and then hops on their back. The children think it's absolutely hilarious, they just can't believe it.
He added: There's now a white budgie who's beginning to copy Bruce. It's very unusual for a budgie to do something like this. I've never seen anything like it before."
Manchester Online (www.manchesteronline.co.uk)
Max, a Blue-fronted Amazon parrot, has been my friend for the past 18 years. He loves to garden with me; I plant the flowers, he eats the flowers.
Late Tuesday afternoon, as Max and I were leaving the garden, he flew away. I tried to find him but no luck. The next day Max and I found each other but he was on top of a 50-foot tree and wouldn't (couldn't) come down. He squawked and called my name and then he flew away.
The "experts" told me that if I didn't catch Max within 3 days he was going to die of thirst and hunger or be eaten by another animal, and they inferred that it was my fault. I was devastated. I put out more than 75 lost parrot posters around the neighborhood and notified a laundry list of agencies and pet shops.
I put his house on my deck hoping he would see it and come home. I put food and water around the neighborhood so he wouldn't starve or die of thirst. Nothing worked. I saw Max again on Saturday morning, not dead but doing well and in another very tall tree.
I offered him his favorite cookies, I begged, pleaded and demanded but Max didn't come to me and after about 2 hours he flew away. Monday morning when I got to work there was a message on my voicemail. "Are you the woman who lost an Amazon parrot?" I called back right away. The called had gotten my name and number from one of the pet shops I notified.
I was told that crows had chased Max and he crashed into the showroom window of Lithia Volkswagen. The collision knocked him silly.
When I went to collect Max and take him home he heard my voice and called my name. Even though he had been rescued and well fed, when I picked him up he clung to me as if I were the only thing that could save his life.
I'm not sure Max actually flew into the window, I think he just fainted from "sticker shock" when he saw the price of the dealer's cars!