, As some of the old-timers may or may not recall, i am the bird person. i used to speak of my birds quite a bit. I do miss them.
But no-ones ever seen them here- untill now. These little guys are what all the fuss is about *
Sadly, since my absence, I have had 100% mortality among all my females due to various causes such as injury, infection, and old age. Fajita, Fiesta, and Enchilada are now literally pushing up yellow coneflowers in a special secluded little no-till plot in my garden dedicated to pets that have passed away. Now I only have a bunch of lonely males. But now I donít have to separate the birds when I donít want them to breed.
Clockwise from the top feet, they are:Burrito, Taco, Nary (the canary), and Tails. The small one with a missing toe is Taco, age unknown, my first bird. He is well over 5 years old and going strong. The two other finches are actually his stepchildren, as he fostered them from when they were just an egg. Its really complicated how that turned out, since they are not his nor his late mateís, and I donít know who the father was. The father is not one of my birds, anyway. Thatís my canary who does what I bough him for, which is SING SING SING. Loudly! The house is always filled with birdsong. I plan to get him a mate someday, even though he is a big bully!
Whats fascinating about my birds is that they are each easily distinguished as an individual by voice, song, looks, and behavior. I know all their habits, and they know mine. I think they are smart for having a head not much bigger than my thumbnail. I know each animal is a individual, but it is so very hard to distinguish between individuals of some species.
Well thatís about it, I guess.