My dear Hahn’s macaw is officially one year old today (March 27, 2018)! It’s hard to imagine that exactly one year ago he was struggling to make his way out of his egg shell. I’m afraid that I was not there to witness his hatching. He became part of our family six months later, when he was already looking like a big boy.
Hahn’s macaws can live beyond 30 years old, so in Hahn’s macaw years he’s pretty much still a little boy. Or at least he sure acts like one.
What are his achievements during this year? I think his bond with my husband and I is the most significant. We absolutely adore him, too. He’s a very active little sprite who loves to play and tell us what he’s thinking about.
Our guy says a number of things, though mostly in the Czech language. My husband is Czech. His most recently learned word is “pusinku”, which means “kiss” in Czech. We are almost certain that he knows what it means. He definitely understands “kaka na papirek”. Can you guess what that means? Let me just say he’s mostly potty trained.
Just a little over one year ago my husband and I lost our last bird boy, a Pacific Parrotlet. We were devastated and grieved for a long time. My psychiatrist and therapist kept urging me to adopt a new feathered friend. I wasn’t quite ready then, but warmed up to the idea a couple of months later. But my hubby was still not ready. It took seven months for us to be ready to welcome a new parrot into our lives. He will never replace our old parrot in our hearts. I would never see it like that. But instead, we offer our love to a new little bird boy who needed a home. He is his own unique little guy, and offers us his own love.
This morning we invited our little bird boy to join us for breakfast. We usually don’t because he creates a bit of chaos at the dinner table. Yesterday I made a special batch of birdie muffins that included all kinds of bird safe goodies, like corn meal, oats, ground nuts, seeds, veggies, eggs (with shells), and fruit, like apple, banana, and wild blueberries. I gave both the birthday boy and hubby a warmed muffin (yes, hubby likes them, too). Bird boy’s had one candle in the middle. Of course our little guy preferred eating my husband’s over his own. He also stole my husband’s orange juice.
We gave the birthday bird a couple of presents, but he seemed a little scared of them and ran to my husband’s shoulder. I’m sure he’ll warm up to them eventually.