The Conure Diaries

7.2.10

Today, we got our sun Conure, and immediately attempted to name him (we think). When no names we could agree on came to mind, we turned to asking around on facebook. The Conure's cage, when he arrived, had no perches.
It was dirty (but that was expected). Only two feed dishes. And his bell. The bird loooooooves his little silver bell.
Well, we went down to petco to get him a few perches and some seed. We ended up with a few perches, a seed treat thing, and chili and lime cuttlebones. We still needed a crate to cart Him around when we clean his cage. That took two stops to various thriftstores.
So, we were sitting at Old Chicago pitching names and getting desperate. Finally we settled on Parker (or as I like to spell it: PaRk3R). We went home and tricked out his cage. So far, mild squaking and shrieking is the worst we've encountered, but it's probably just adjusting. When we first let him out of his cage, we learned: He can fly. Fast. Clumsily. His favorite resting stop for flight is your head. Anyone's head. Parker's gonna take a lot of time, but it's worth it...