Acquired: Worked with pet (didn’t own)
North Carolina, United States
Posted Jul 26, 2013
My mom had Astro & Prissy before I was even born. I grew up with these beautiful yellow birds flying around our living room, alighting on my head, and sharing my morning bowl of Cheerios. When I was 7, care of the birds was made one of my household jobs, and i delighted in letting them out of the cage to fly daily, feeding them birdseed and fruit (inexpensive), and teaching them hand signals. I must say, though, that my least favorite activity was cleaning the cage, the bottom of which was always full of discarded birdseed and droppings. Even so, this was as heavy as the maintenance got. The two were a great pair, didn't make a lot of noise, and were friendly to all people. They loved shiny things, and would bite earrings and rings, which sometimes frightened new people who were introduced, until they realized the birds were harmless.
As they got older, they got more frail. Astro fell from his perch and broke his leg, and Prissy once fell and broke her wing. The vet bills were expensive, and the birds didn't live but a year more after each injury.
Overall, I loved having and handling birds, but they are a responsibility, I mean, if you had wings, you wouldn't want to be locked in a cage all the time, right? Our birds spend a majority of the day outside of their cage, going in and out as they pleased and using the newspaper in the bottom of their cage for a bathroom.