The Spy ("Fiction" about Dewey, our female cockatiel

Posted by BigFeatherPhotos on Fri, 07/20/2007 - 06:02 :: Stories
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THE SPY

What if your canary or cockateil wasn’t simply your pet? What if there was a “darker” purpose to little tweety’s calls? Hmmm?

SAVED BY THE FLAP! PARROT VS. INTRUDER

Posted by MOANDCHEERIOS on Wed, 11/29/2006 - 18:01 :: Stories
Between 2001 and 2003 I was being harassed by a male neighbor. He was a big guy about 5’9” and 220lbs. He would make sounds, whistles, sexually suggestive comments, watch me when I’d wash my car, etc. It got to the point that I never went out in the front yard. He never really did anything that warranted a police complaint or anything like that he just made me feel really uncomfortable.

The Bald Bird

Posted by ami on Mon, 07/10/2006 - 18:32 :: Stories
Its almost 6:00 am I am finishing my one hour hike Taylor will be comig home today, she always comes home with exciting news.She was thinking about getting a pet for the dorm. I'll be home in five minutes and then I'll have to tidy up. I can't believe Summer is over already and it's our first day at OC Davis, it seems like only yesterday that we were in diapers and on our way to pre-school. I can't believe my twin sister left for so long!

Seram : Fireflys ....... The Freed Souls of Parrots

Posted by angelasfeathers on Sun, 11/13/2005 - 19:18 :: Stories
Seram 2005 October
Seram one of the 1000's of islands of Indonesia is called the "mother island" and the only home of the "only"(nope no others!) cockatoo on this huge gorgeous mountainous island that we mistakenly call the moluccan but is really accurately called the "seram cockatoo" since the moluccan islands are a large group of islands with many many different cockatoos on them .

Flown the Nest

Posted by administrator on Fri, 04/23/2004 - 12:32 :: Stories
This was originally posted elsewhere on this site by Emma, and was moved here to give it more visibility.

I was awoken by my father one morning. Aged 7 or 8 I was. Came downstairs and entered the living room. An unwanted pet that we had rescued. Sitting there was a cage with a cover on it. Still and silent. Dad pulled the cover off and there sat this beautiful bird. Yellow head, red "cheeks" as I called them, and grey and white plumage. I was the happiest child alive. I named him Magic, like the cockatiel off the 'Timmy Mallet Show'.

White Bird

Posted by Parrotdragon on Mon, 03/29/2004 - 20:01 :: Stories
This story is about a white bird.

It starts nearly a year ago when I looked after some budgies for some people who were moving into the district and had no avairy set up. The birds stayed for a few months until their new home was ready.