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HI EVERYONE!! Wanna
read our story?
We are gonna let Ralph and Zita start our story
as they were the first kids on the block. Get yourself a little
snack as it's a pretty long story!
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We are two blue masked lovebirds (Agapornis
personatus). We are small African parrots and are originally from
northeastern Tanzani. We are the culprits who started our Mom and Dad on
this venture 4 years ago. Dad
bought us as an anniversary gift for Mom.
Of course she fell right head over heels for us.
We were named Ralph and Zita, even though they were not quite sure if we
were husband and wife or if we were related.
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Our Mom and Dads names are
Joanne and Louis Cormier and they brought
us to 40 Fred Roy Road in Grand Barachois, New Brunswick to
live.
We are little clowns and love to play and showed off all
our antics for them. We
were not hand tame but they loved us anyway.
Right away they did their homework and went out and got us a
big, big home with horizontal bars, chopped down some apple trees to
get us some nice perches, (of
course they cleaned and soaked them before we got them),
filled our cage with toys, a calcium/mineral blossom, got us a big
bath dish, cement perch so we can keep our toes and beaks filed,
water bottle, some big stainless steel dishes and they even
went as far as to throw out all their old Teflon pots and pans
( we would die if these were heated to high degrees in our
environment) and bought new safe ones for us!
They gave away all their sweet smelling candles, threw out all the
air fresheners, wouldn’t let anyone smoke in the house around us,
won’t even use any aersol products around us. |
 
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Then
their fun really began.
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You see, we were used to a seed only diet and we loved it!.
But anything they read said we should have a
varied diet consisting of a good pellet, supplemented with fruits (she
dehydrates our fruits for us) veggies, sprouts, grains, cereals, brown rice,
pasta, breads, CeDe egg food and
stuff.
For some reason, none of the Pet Stores in the Maritimes carry CeDe egg
food, so Jo orders it by the case from Ontario and has it shipped.
She was always trying to get us all to eat different foods. They are firm
believers that seed and millet should only be given as
treats. Well yak!
So after coming to Jo and Lou's house, our menu started changing and we
started getting these dishes of corn/peas everyday,
these dishes of Hagen
pellets started appearing, along with dishes of cereals.
Well we did not mind the veggies – we loved them and the cereal too, but the
pellets. Yak! She persisted and our rations of seeds started getting
smaller and smaller. The day came
when we realized we were not gonna have much say in the matter, so we gave
in and started eating our pellets.
They were not soooooooo bad.
At least once a week we still got some millet and then another day we got a
portion of seeds. What we
really like is
popcorn night. We all get a
nice big dish of popped popcorn and we just dive right in that.
It’s almost as good as seed night!!
Oh well, as much as we had to put up with this new diet, she was really good to us and gave us bath
dishes about 3 times a week and we just loved our baths!.
When Jo and Lou bought us to
this place called home, we were really scared, but life here is pretty good and
they really worked with us and talked and talked to us.
Soon we realized this new home was gonna be pretty good. They even got this dog they call Nicky, who is soooo jealous
of us, but would never in a million years hurt us.
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Then
along came Chummy, Chum Bum as Jo liked to call
him. Our Jo fell head over heels again. She found him in a Pet
Store, peaking out from under a piece of newspaper.
He really had them fooled though. While
they were reading and learning constantly about us, they just could not figure
out why his beak was so orange. |
They did not know much about all our different mutations at
the time, so Lou went to work again and began his long journey of studying
mutations in his attempt to find answers about Chum Bum’s beak.
Well in this journey, Lou learned the story about hybrids.
You see, there are nine different species of lovebirds, we are called
Masked, then there’s the Fishers(Agapornis fischeri) who originated from
South and Southeast of Lake Victoria (located in East Africa, north of
Tanzania.), then there’s the Peachface and the list
goes on. We’ll stop there as that is all Jo and Lou have.
We will all mix freely with each other, but we should not be allowed to
bond with each other, as that leads to babies down the road.
That was the story for poor Chum Bum.
They determined he was a hybrid and while they really loved him, they
were not happy at being duped and returned him.
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Now the story speeds up.
Lou got all fascinated about our many different mutations and colors and
started collecting maybe one, or maybe pairs of different mutations.
Jo and Lou traveled far and wide. They
stopped buying from Pet Stores and began their quest on finding breeders who
would know the exact history of each of us, as they would buy us.
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You see, they wanted to make sure they did not pair any of us with
siblings of each other. Rumor has
it, they even wrote a car off when a deer hit them 3 o’clock one morning on
one of their trips to Montreal to pick up some of us guys.
They just rented a car and continued on their journey.
Jo says it was worth it, as this was her birthday present and she had
been waiting a long time to find this pairing.
They are a slate masked and a violet masked, called Mindy and Mork.
| From here on in we’re gonna
let the next spoiled
brat, Peanut, take her turn being
your narrator. Her husband, Kibbles, gets his turn
later in our story as well. I think he talks about the
Aviaries. |
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Hi Folks: My
name’s Peanut. (I’m the cobalt
in the picture) I am one of the gals who has Jo wrapped around her finger
and get to sneak out and sit on her head!!
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My husband’s name is Kibbles and he is pretty spoiled also. I’m
pretty good, when I get out I go right to Jo and she has no trouble getting me
to go back home. But Kibbles, well
he’s a pretty smart fellow and it takes Jo forever to get him back home. |
| But back to
our story …….. after collecting a dozen or so of us, Lou started scratching
his head and thinking maybe he should start building our homes.
Jo did not like cleaning those store bought cages,
she wanted ones she could fit right in without having to take them all
apart in pieces!! So Lou went to work on a design and before you knew it we had
our first homemade homes. If you
visit our Aviaries Page there are lots of pictures of our homes. |
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Now that they had our homes under control,
they went back to
work on collecting more mutations of us. They even imported some of those whiteface guys from Belgium.
We now have double factor violet, lutino, cobalt, slate whiteface, etc..
They are very careful and quarantine and disease test all new additions to our flock
before Jo mixes them
with us. They have a lot of mutations of us “regular” guys too. Cobalts, slates, american cinnamons, australian cinnamons, silvers,
silver pied, lacewings, lutinos to name a few.
Most of us guys are split to this or split to that.
We are all listed on the Lineage Page. Lou is most
definitely the genetics specialist. He has written a page on genetics,
which is not meant to be a course on genetics, but rather his attempt to
provide a short and simple explanation of some of the different peachface
mutations available in our aviary.
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This is the
Resting Room,
as Jo calls it.
Resting means we just had a clutch of babies and were put in this room to
recondition and get our bodies back to normal and ready for more clutches.
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Jo only likes us to breed every 5 or 6 months.
Some of us give her a hard time and try every which way possible to breed
before our time, but she keeps changing our homes around or taking away our
happy huts to try and make us
forget. To make matters worse,
she keeps close watch and if she sees us wives building on the bottom of
the cage or us Dads regurating to Mom, presto - - Our homes are remodeled.
Then
there's this room that us guys like to call our version
of the HAPPY HUT.
This
is where we all come to have
babies. Jo keeps our Hut really
quiet, she’s the only one we see when we are in here mostly.
Jo, she’s really considerate – she knows we like piece and quiet and
no disturbances when we are taking care of our eggs and babies.
We always get fed good when
we are resting, but in here we really get the royal treatment.
We would appreciate more seeds, but she is still pretty stingy with
these, until our chicks hatch. Then
we get a little dish at supper every night.
She keeps a close watch over the heat and humidity in our Hut, for our
eggs and babies. She
doesn’t let the humidity go any lower than 50%, usually she like it
higher. If she notices the humidity has been lower than she likes it, she
will mist our eggs for us. Normally
us wives will lay anyway from
5 to 8 eggs for her. Most
of us are just like clockwork (both us lineolated and lovebirds too), 23 days later, the eggs start
pipping and popping. We
only have our babies for 12 days or so, as then she takes them and feeds them
for us. Most us are not scared of her, as when we are in the Resting Room, we
let her hand feed us seed and the odd few of us lovebirds
she lets escape and stay out for a new minutes, so we know Jo will take
good care of our babies for us. Our
room is nice, all windows with 8 foot ceilings.
But Jo’s living room has 19 foot ceilings with a hot wood stove, so she
never lets us stay out too long so we won’t escape, by choice or by accident,
into that part of the house.
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So the first thing us babies see in the Nursery when
we open our eyes, is JO. Boy, is
our Mom ever big! We are just
little farts!! Well she keeps us
nice and warm and we get fed really often, about 5 times a day. Unless for some
reason, she has had to pull babies really young (5 days).
She dosen’t like pulling that young, but if she has too, she feeds the
little guy every two hours. Our Nursery is upstairs in a Room of our very
own, far away from the stove and big windows. This way we
can romp and roam around (with supervision of course) as much as
we want. She usually maintains the temperature in this room
around 25-30 deg.C., depending on the age of us. |
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She really keeps a close watch on our heat and humidity levels too.
Usually when we are about 8
- 12 days old, she puts this closed metal band on our right leg.
I guess that tells our new Moms and Dads where we came from. I hear she even has them engraved with TRA (Tiny
Rascals Aviary). As we get older, she really keeps a close
watch on our weight as we get moved from the Brooder, over to the Big Guy Condos.
She starts
putting bits of food, cereals and pellets and broccoli and stuff on the bottom
of our cages. She even trusts us
with a bit of water. We don’t
make her feed us as much now, she’s had enough, and we start to pick at the
big bird food.
She weights us morning and
night and takes us out a lot
during the day for short plays. Some
of us are stubborn and make her feed us right till we are 8, 9, some of us even
10 weeks, but she doesn’t give up on us and keeps feeding us as long as we
want is. Eventually we give in and eat all our pellets and cereals and veggies
and stuff. She won’t let us go to
new homes till we can maintain our weight for at least 3 or 4 days.
Our Jo, she is so fussy. Only
after we can maintain our ideal weight, which varies between all the different
species of us, do we learn what seeds are all about and man are they good!!
We all get to roam around on this big warm blanket when we are just wee
farts and at Christmas some
guys got their picture took with
Santa. Jo and Lou,
they love taking our pictures. If
you like they will e-mail you pictures upon request.
We also got this play gym we
like a lot. We
like to play out of our Condos and the older we get, the longer we get to stay out
and play. As soon as we
let on to Jo that we can fly pretty good, she clips some of our flight feathers.
We can still fly around “our” Nursery, but Jo don’t want us escaping
up into the rafters in that big room. They
have a monster fan in that room and we could end up in a big accident.
See, with some of our flights clipped, we can’t really fly to good
“up”, just “down” or across. This
is sorta something like clipping our toe nails, we would only recommend the
experienced Mom or Dad clip us.
Usually we only stay with Jo and Lou till we’re 8 or 9 weeks old, then
we go to our new Mom and Dad’s home. This
is what Jo has been preparing us for.
A lot of people Jo sells one of us to, come back and see
her again in 5 or 6 months to get
us a friend. We both still love our new
Mom and Dads but we love each other too and now we have someone to play with all
day if our Mom and Dads are working. We even stay really friendly to our Moms and Dads when we
grow up and have our own babies. If
you want, Jo has this Available Babies page, on our Web Site and you can e-mail
or call or and reserve one of us.
If you want to talk to Jo she really loves to talk to everyone about us.
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AVIARIES
Here’s
the next project. You see Lou figured that we should have enough room
to fly so 3ft was going to be the minimum length, and 30 in the
minimum width given to any of our cages. That way there’s enough
room for perches at both ends, lots of toys and swings, and still
enough room to fly. They know we like to fly, and we need the
exercise. Good food, good environment and lots of exercise makes for a
healthy mind and a healthy body. Well back to the cages, Lou figured
that he should give a bit of flexibility to these new homes and
that’s were the condos started coming. Sort of like hotels with
adjoining rooms. The first one was the
double unit you see above.
It was 3 ft tall and had a divider in the middle that he could just
slide in and out. That way they had the option of using it as a good 6
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One thing I learned about Lou, he’s always trying to think of
ways to make Jo’s job of cleaning easier and making sure we get as good
a home as possible. Big doors were one thing Jo wanted. See, she gets
right in there with everything except the kitchen sink. Vacuum cleaner and
all. Saturday is the “big clean” we like to call it. We usually all
get together and sing our lungs out when the vacuuming starts. Ya talk
about music, he, ha! Yep, a little bit of Enviroclens, a bucket of hot
water, and look out. Talk about the white tornado from tide, well its
nothing compared to Jo when it comes to insisting on clean homes.
She knows how important it is for all of us, cause we can get
pretty messy with all the pooping, playing all over the cage, and some of
us are pretty sloppy with the food too. I mean come on, we don’t use
towels to clean our beaks, we just go for the cage wire and the perches.
Peanut and Betty have got to be the number one and two sneakiest of the
bunch. They always get out of the cages. They usually start by jumping on
Jo’s head and then it’s off to the races. After a bit of a chase, they
usually just give Jo a break and jump on her willingly, knowing she’s
gonna put them back in. When I get out though, she’s in for a
long chase before
I give up. Well enough of that back to the cages. You see as our flock
grew, more homes were needed. Some that’s when the first 4 unit came
along. He figured that we usually fly horizontally rather than vertical to
do our thing, so height became less of a factor. So this next condo had 4
cages of 2 ft high each. Stacked. He still kept putting dividers rather
than permanent walls so we would have those nice flight options.
Well they were getting a little short on room after a while so Lou
built a big six unit against the back wall. Ya see by then he had
converted the big flight into a 4 unit and even the 2 unit got changed to
a 4 unit. So we ended up with everyone around the room facing each other.
It's great, we can all see and talk to each other. Jo’s got a big table in
the middle of the room where she keeps all of our stuff handy. In all he
can make 18 cages or 9 big flights from the 4 condos if he wants, or any
combination. The one thing we all like is that the room where in is all
window on 3 sides. We all have a view of the outdoors and good natural
light. Lots of birds outside too that we get to talk to during the day.
Well things are pretty well set up now that we’ve completely taken over
the sun room as they used to call
it.
Well by the time all the
large cages were built, the flock had grown and we even had the linnies
living with us. They’d been around for a little while but we hadn’t met.
See they were in what we now call the Breeding Hut. We didn’t know it at
the time but Lou had turned Jo’s Craft Hut into a Breeding Hut for us
guys. Up until last year, we always stayed in the Resting Room, breeding or
not, but a few of us, I won’t mention any names but her husband is Barney,
got a little over anxious and decided to double clutch. (2 clutches, one
after the other). Well Jo wanted none of that hanky panky so she decided
that the breeding would be done in the “Breeding Hut” as
we now call it.
Its just outside the house, is fully insulated and is all ours now. On one
side Lou built 2 rows of 3 cages each row. Both rows are 9.5 ft long with
dividers so they could be made into 2 long flights if they want, but so far
its only been used to breed and introduce new birds. The cage dividers are
double cage wire so we can see and interact with whoever is in the next
cage, but we can't get to each other,
so no problems are created. That way Jo
can keep a good eye on us and know when we’re ready to go together or not.
To completely separate the cages even from each other he just slides
something in between the wires. Its
been better for us breeding
as now Jo can easily control the
temperature and humidity in the smaller room. Plus it’s a lot more quiet.
Boy is it quiet, no one but Jo and once in a blue moon Lou is allowed in, no
surprise visits from neighbors and friends to distract us. We’ve also got
a big 4ft L x 4ft H x 3ft D cage in there that she can use as well. It’s
a good place to put one of us pairs right after we breed. Sort of like the
honeymoon suite for a weekend getaway before we return to our regular cage
in the Resting Room. Well the Resting Room is pretty much a rest
area now, lights out early, lower temperature, less humidity. Jo hates it
when we breed more than 2 times a yr. She feels it’s too hard on us. But
most of us get away with a third clutch every other year or so. She can’t
watch us 24 hours a day, but she’s got a few tricks up her sleeve like,
changing our cages, new toys, anything to distract the old love bug.
About
the only thing I can add to all of this is that he started building single
cages as well. He made them so he could stack them one on top of each other. Jo has 2 racks of 3 cages each for
extra cages. Jo likes them because they are portable and about the same size
as the other aviaries. They’ve become pretty popular with the people who
buy our babies. A lot have gotten Lou to build them one. He tells them that
he will make whatever size they want. All of ours (except for the 6 unit)
are on stands with wheels. That way Jo can wheel us around and easily clean
around the aviaries. All cages are built with 16 gauge steel mesh, 1 in x ½
in, so we can’t get caught trying to get out and it’s good and sturdy
for climbing. Lou grinds down all
the sharp edges on the mesh before assembling our new homes. We spend a lot
of time climbing all over the place you know. The wire has to be welded
after galvanizing because the other stuff is dipped and the coating can
easily come off. It can get especially dangerous for us
with our beaks being
used as feet all the time when we climb. If we ingest it, it can poison us.
The cage is built in panels, with pine wood framing. Pine is safe for us
guys, cause even though its outside the wire we can still get at it for a
little chew once in a while. He’s not to worried about us damaging the
cages though cause he can easily replace any damaged parts. Everything is
fastened by screws and can easily be dismantled. All the cage floors are in
melamine for easy cleaning too.
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Copyright
2002 - 2005 Joanne and Louis Cormier
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