Named for my favorite computer, Mac was my best bud. He never did lay eggs, so I guess the enchantress was right! She assured us, however, that such an expensive test was not necessary and showed us how hanging a nail over his back from a string swung to-and-fro rather than side-to-side. My mom and I asked the breeder if she had had the chick sexed to determine its gender. He came to live with us shortly after being weened off the swill we fed our baby birds. Once in a while, I think we would remember the old days. I’d visit him at my parents’ house from time to time and try to talk to him. When I got back from college, Angelo was upset with me. We were buds.Īngelo did all the typical Cockatoo screaming as well as said his name and greeted people with an enthusiastic, “Hi!” He also had a wretched “cough.” He was fine but the story is his original owner had lung cancer. He was plucked from the neck down, resembling a fuzzy grey football. Cockatoos don’t do well in captivity and this bastard had a particularly rough life before getting to us. His name was Angel when we got him but we already had a Cockatoo with that name. “Apple.” She would say it with different inflections like, Apple? Apple! Apple. She wasn’t very nice, but she tolerated me holding her. Now change the newspaper and give them pets! Growing up, I had four parrots. If they like you, guess what? You belong to them. We attended bird shows, listened to avian behavior experts speak, and we took our more well behaved parrots to nursing homes and schools to show people how intelligent and fascinating these animals are. Dad converted our back patio into the “bird room.” Mom, my sister Heather, and I became active members of the OKC Bird Club. Over the next 15 years or so, we lived as “bird people.” At one point 22 parrots of different species lived in our home. She screamed from time to time, but after making friends at the OKC Bird Club and reading some, we learned that this was to be expected. Her name was Angel and her temperament was much different than Babe’s. This time she took in a Citron Crested Cockatoo, similar to the one on Beretta, a tv show that was referenced by the adults visiting us and our bird. I think we gave him back to the pet store. We had no idea what we were doing and were in over our heads. His name was Babe and he didn’t last long. When I was 13, Mom brought home an Umbrella Cockatoo.
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