The parakeets were screaming for food the whole day. Like Michelle Obama, I wanted these birds to eat healthy. But they refused. And so I intentionally tested their intelligence and will-power to eat the fruity pellets of green, yellow and red. Instead, they expected to be fed their regular diet seeds.
So every hour, I place VERY minimal amounts of seeds mixed with pellets in their container. But after each fill, the baby boy would scream for more food. You see, the eldest bird is limping from possibly a broke right foot/leg or from pain of a fatty liver. My goal is to put these birds on a crash diet.
Since I couldn’t stand their suffering, I offered a little bit more for tonight. They gorged their crop on seeds and hopefully will have a good night’s sleep until tomorrow’s exercise of “feed me now”!
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