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Cricket

Cricket

This little Green-Cheek Conure is nothing short of orneriness personified. He is definitely a lady’s man. My husband refers to him as “Black Heart.” Loving the ladies is this little bird’s thing! He knows how to bat his eyes, vocally beg for female company, and strut his stuff for any girl. But, let a man’s hand appear anywhere near him and he turns into a ball of green feathered fury. We’ve had birds for many years, of all sizes and shapes and personalities, but this one takes the cake when it comes to preferring one type of human over another. All our birds travel with us when we make long road trips. My husband is really into canoeing and we make trips every year so he can paddle on different waters, either rivers or coastal estuaries. Two years ago, while we were trailer camping in a coastal Georgia State Park, Cricket managed to get his cage open and he took off into the treetops. He kept calling to me from numerous airy perches high in the trees. I managed to stay within eyesight of him, but was afraid one of the numerous resident hawks would grab him. Somehow evading the big predatory birds, Cricket flew from tree to tree throughout an entire day. He finally got hungry, though, and came down onto my arm, riding then right back into his cage where he devoured an entire dish of his favorite food. The bright-eyed little critter then proceeded to “talk” to me , describing his adventures, for quite a while before tucking his head under a wing and sleeping until the next day. We quickly replaced the wire ties we had previously used to secure his cage doors with posi-lock stainless shackles. He had simply chewed through the wire ties and pushed open one of his doors to effect his escape. Fortunately for me, it was a somewhat reluctant escape, and he did return home. Pickles was the last of a clutch of eggs hatched at our aviary in Florida before we moved to Oklahoma. His parents and the rest of his already-hatched siblings had found a new home with a bird-loving friend, and I couldn’t leave this single egg to die, knowing it was a viable egg. So, we carried Pickles, still in the egg, in a portable warmer and he hatched out while we were on the road. He was hand-fed until weaned and has been a delight ever since his little beak first poked out of that egg. Green Cheeks in the wild are found in portions of West-central and Southern Brazil, North and East Bolivia, Northwestern Argentina, and North Paraguay. There are several color variations of these feisty little creatures. They are about ten-inches from beak to tail-tip, and have a good ability to talk. Their voice is very distinct, being a bit gruff and raspy. That raspiness is the reason for my green-cheek’s name. Cricket loves to have female visitors, and adores our two granddaughters, always greeting them with a gritty-sounding “Hi, Cutie!” He’s definitely a small bird, but a BIG “personality kid.”

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    • Thank-you. Each of our six birds is different, and each is loved unconditionally! It’s so cool in the morning, when I’m looking less than human to hear birdy wolf whistles and cheery HI’s. If I’d known 50 years ago how adorable and appreciative the birds are I’d have begun raising them much sooner!

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