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Kirby is a 14-year-old CAG that
was an impulse buy when he was 2 years old. A few months after I
bought him, I got a good bite and since then have been afraid of his
beak. I can handle him now once he's out of or off his cage, but
Bill has to get him into the cage at night for me. The cage is 6'
with a domed top and I'm under 5', so you can imagine who is "in
charge" here. I use this tale to emphasize one should not buy a
bird just because it talks, but do one's research into the entire
species first. Because Kirby talked already, I have 70-80 more
years of being afraid of his beak; I won't put him in the rescue as
it's not his fault I didn't do my homework first.
That being said, Kirby is a great entertainer when we're out of
sight. The entire time Bill and I were on our honeymoon, Kirby was
talking up a storm in Bill's voice while a friend repaired and
painted the stairway leading to the bird room. He likes to stand on
the door top of the cage nearest the birdroom door and holler at me
when I go into the bathroom across the hall in the mornings.
I no longer take him to the bird shows as he's not happy going and
another club member brings his two CAGs that love the crowds and
attention.
Dottie
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