razaar
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I have an unusual story about one of my pet lorikeets who we named babe. Several years ago I found a baby lorikeet on the golf course which had no wing and tail feathers, which had either fallen out of the nest or been pushed out. I lean towards the latter because it never stopped squarking for weeks; we called her “squarkieâ€. Squarkie was a rainbow lorikeet, a variety which is very common to our area. Within a year squarkie had determined that I was her mate and everybody else was her foe. She escaped from her cage a few times but couldn’t fly – I have no idea why because she looked perfect in every way. During one of our game sessions she jumped up my arm out of the cage and flew away. She was four years old at the time.
About six weeks later I was closing the front gate and heard this wolf whistle coming from the tree above. It was squarkie. She flew down to my arm and never left our home again, setting up a nest under the eves of our roof. Whenevr I was outside, squarkie was with me or near me. It was like being stalked by a bird, but it was fun and very unusual. She chased away any bird near our house and came seeking my protection when she couldn’t handle the odds. This went on for two years; one evening I heard strange noises from her nest which sounded very much like a baby bird. We didn’t give this much credence as she didn’t have a mate. Then one morning she introduced me to a baby lorrie who we eventually called “babe†and who has now taken his mothers place since her demise. Babe now has a mate we call “bluey†and they always visit each morning and afternoon even when feed is plentiful. In leaner times they live in the trees in our yard and wait for meal times. They are the best type of pet, free to do whatever they choose.
About six weeks later I was closing the front gate and heard this wolf whistle coming from the tree above. It was squarkie. She flew down to my arm and never left our home again, setting up a nest under the eves of our roof. Whenevr I was outside, squarkie was with me or near me. It was like being stalked by a bird, but it was fun and very unusual. She chased away any bird near our house and came seeking my protection when she couldn’t handle the odds. This went on for two years; one evening I heard strange noises from her nest which sounded very much like a baby bird. We didn’t give this much credence as she didn’t have a mate. Then one morning she introduced me to a baby lorrie who we eventually called “babe†and who has now taken his mothers place since her demise. Babe now has a mate we call “bluey†and they always visit each morning and afternoon even when feed is plentiful. In leaner times they live in the trees in our yard and wait for meal times. They are the best type of pet, free to do whatever they choose.