I know you are shocked by this, but really, I’m not.
You know how some people have that animal magnetism? You know, where animals are attracted to them?
Ya, that’s not me. 
Hunny has long been an animal person, with a particular love for birds; specifically African Grays.
And again, I say, I am not a bird person. 
Despite this proclamation, I find myself with 10 part-time house chickens, and now it appears my oldest daughter has gotten the bird gene from her father. My son, standing in the kitchen, has just now announced, “We have enough birds in the house!”
Why, you might ask?
Apparently, a wild bird of adolescent age has adopted my daughter, and refuses to leave. Yesterday, she rescued him from the neighbor’s roof. I remember being told and not thinking any thing of it.
Tonight, it apparently has decided her shoulder or her hand is the best place to live, and we are trying to figure out what to do with it. I am pretty sure it would stay with the chickies until it flew out of the brooder. Honestly, we’re just not equipped for wild birds in the house.
Chickens= yes. Wild birds= no, I’m pretty sure.
And yet, strangely, it’s enjoying its time in the house, since we have water and birdseed (actual wild bird seed, aside from the chicken food). In the midst of this chaos, my son has been reminded (and even complied!) to feed the hummingbirds.
Because I am not a bird person, I’m leaving this one up to Hunny. While he’s figuring out what to do with the wild bird that has adopted my daughter, I’m going to be busily bringing the chickies inside for the night.
Nope. I am not a bird person. Chickens are, after all, evolved dinosaurs; more commonly known these days as ‘friends with benefits.’
Whew. I’m so glad I confessed.
Yes, he’s drinking water out of her hand……….. *sigh* Mi vida loca.
Oh, that is sooo COOL! My mom found a parakeet in an empty popcorn bag at a football game once. She brought it home. She had him for 10 years. She taught him to speak. He was hardly ever in his cage. He pretty much lived on her shoulder. So much so that she sometimes forgot he was there and would go into stores with him. He would “ride” on her doberman’s back. Yeah. Her freakin’ doberman pinscher let a bird ride on its back. Petey was the coolest bird ever. She had him cremated when he died and she has his ashes in a little wood-carved box above the fireplace. My mom is like the dog whisperer, only for just about every kind of animal on the planet.
That’s funny! A parakeet at a football game?!
At one point, Lorenzo got passed over the backyard fence so the neighbor’s dogs wouldn’t eat him. As far as I know, they put him up in a tree to spend overnight. I am seriously hoping that the neighborhood cat won’t find and eat him. My girls will be heartbroken.
I did momentarily think about putting him in the chicken coop/run overnight, knowing no predators could get to him (unless it was a bear or something) but that’s kind of risky because of the diseases wild birds can carry and then pass on to chickens. *sigh*
We’re really hoping he’ll get more wild one of these days just to increase his chances of survival………….
Your mom sounds a lot like hunny.
I’m so not a bird person either! I just think of them as feathery reptiles. Cute pics though