Well, since yesterday, we had to separate the parakeets. The four boys get the big cage. The two baby girls get the black cage. And Yeyo, the golden blond chick, gets her own small purple cage, in which Bugsy was transported from his former owner to us.
Maw caught Bully-Boy going on top of Yeyo, who tried to shake him off. The alpha and VERY protective purple male, Bugsy, tried to intervene but the much BIGGER, turquoise Bully-Boy launched himself at the almost human-like Bugsy. Simon and Pimon are brothers and get along fine. But this afternoon, I saw them fighting with each other, necks stretched upward and one foot from each clawing on each others’ wings.
Originally, we had the three females together. But because the six year old Yeyo was in too much heat and attacked the two other baby girls, I had to separate her in another cage. Now I have three friggin’ cage to clean out! My god! These are just seven parakeets! What would happen if I had REAL CHILDREN to care for?
Peace has been brought upon the parakeets. But they are still as talkative as ever, especially Bully-Boy who is two years old. Bully, bully, blah, blah, blah… I love them!
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