I've lived with Peachfront Conures Aratinga aurea for 30 years. I've bred 'em, trained 'em, even visited Bolivia to observe them in the wild. For more about me, click right here.
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the timmy story, part two
Timmy did very well in the crisis years from Tropical Storm Bill through Hurricane Katrina. However, eventually, our house and bird porch got re-built, and stayed re-built, and I started looking for ways to provide Timmy with physical companionship again. By late May, 2006, my husband had built huge new flights for the peachfronted conure pairs, and I decided to try Timmy with Sheldon. I was no longer trying to breed the birds. I just wanted each bird to have a companion.
Alas, Timmy began to pluck again, and he really did dominate poor Sheldon, over-plucking him as well. I had to separate the birds and place Timmy, once again, in an individual cage. The two of them could share some ideas, but they just couldn't share the same space.
For instance, Timmy decided that he did not like pellets, and he picked out all the red ones. The next day, Sheldon had copied him and was also picking out all the red pellets. Heh. They clearly talked to each other. But they just couldn't be cage-mates, because Timmy couldn't resist the impulse to pluck.
On Thursday, February 28, 2008, Timmy passed away without warning at the age of 15, a few months shy of sweet sixteen. He never became a breeder, and I think if he'd been a human, he would have been an artist. He was constantly creating, whether with strips of wet paper or by picking out special colors from the pellet bowl. I'll always wonder what he dreamed of when he called to his beloved Cookie, the yellow-crowned Amazon.
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