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The "BIRDS COME FIRST" Parrot Website is a GREAT place for me to share some interesting stories about some of the "WOODGIES" that I share my life with. If you want to know what a "WOODGIE" is, you will have to read through some of these stories until you find the place where the meaning of the word will become extremely clear!
Some of these stories will be humorous and some will be sad. Many of these wonderful birds have had hard lives before they came to me. Well, Let's get started!

Heeeere's George!!

Let me introduce you to a Peach-Faced Lovebird named George. He was my first rescue. This little guy had a mean streak that was absolutely unbelievable! It seemed as though his main aim in life was eating, sleeping, playing and BITING!! He was not a hand-tamed Lovebird and as a result had no regard for the feelings of my fingers. Any attempt to work with him on step-ups would usually end up with him firmly attached to some part of my right hand! Let me say , at this point, that I've taken some flack from others in the bird world because I do not stick-train my birds. I say that so you are not wondering why I would get bitten by this little squirt of a bird every time I worked with him. In general, I like to have a bird work his way onto my finger right from the start so I dont have to teach him the difference between a stick and a finger somewhere down the line. Yes, I get bitten on occasion but my hand tamed birds are very well trained to come to my hand.


As you can see, George was pretty good at coming out of his cage and playing on a play gym but I always took a bite when it was time for him to go back in. Initially, I thought that I would have to resign myself to the fact that this little guy was going to be a biter for the rest of his life. It was after working with him for almost five years that I apparently was able to gain his trust. Very suddenly, one day George must have decided for himself that sitting on me would be a fun experience. Amazingly, he just stepped up onto my finger without even attempting to nip me. I didn't believe it so we tried doing step-ups for about ten minutes and not once in the fifty or so steps onto my hand did George try to bite! From that point on, he was one of my best stepper-uppers and he never tried to bite me again. He became such a loving little guy and we used to spend a lot of time together. One of his favorite spots to "hang out" was on my arm while I was reading or watching T.V.!

We enjoyed this new relationship for about four years when at about fifteen years of age, George began to appear a little sluggish. His appetite was not what it should be and it seemed that "old age" was setting in. A trip to the vet confirmed this as there was nothing wrong with George other than the fact that he was coming close to the end of his years. In May of 2005, after being with me for about nine years, George crossed over "The Rainbow Bridge". I owe my love for birds and the patience I learned in working with other birds to George! He is sorely missed.



She's Casper Girl!!

This little girl is Casper! She is an Umbrella Cockatoo that was with a very well intentioned lady but something was seriously stressing Casper in her previous environment. She came to me with almost no feathers on her at all. She was very "high-strung" and nervous about everything. It took a few days to get her to settle down in her new home but she understood that things would be OK with me. Casper has a great personality and loves to sing and talk. One of her favorite things to say is, "Gotta go now, I'm gonna take a shower" !



Casper is very affectionate and we spend a lot of time hugging and sitting with each other. As you can see, a bird that was once quite featherless is looking pretty good at this point. She is still not completely over whatever it is that causes her to pluck as a few days after this picture was taken, she damaged the new crest feathers that were coming in. She knows she is loved and with all the improvements she has made, maybe she'll one day let her crest fill in too.


I think Casper is a "People Whisperer". I once went into the bird room to give everyone their breakfast. It was at that time that I found that Peaches, one of my older rescued budgies, had died the previous night. I cry like a baby when I lose one of my babies. Seeing me, Casper asked "What Happened"? I explained, as I do when a bird passes away, that Peaches was gone. Casper then asked, "Are you OK"?, I said No. Casper then immediately said, "I love you"! and she then gave me a hug. Birds do understand everything that is going on. This exchange of words and feelings between Casper and myself was totally appropriate. There is no doubt that there is a connection of spirits between animals and people.
Casper is truly a gem!



The BIG Woodgie!!

OK! What's a "WOODGIE"? The bird in the following picture is a "Woodgie". Actually, for those of you that know birds, this is a Pionus Parrot. Specifically, Lucky is a Maximilian Pionus. More than any other bird, Lucky taught me about a bird's sense of humor. Lucky filled the room with silliness. He laughed, he pouted, he made sneezing and coughing sounds, he sang, he whistled. He was a joy! Lucky was a rescue and he died at an early age due to an unknown heart ailment. To be honest, it killed me when Lucky died. It is extremely painful to me to lose any of my feathered friends but my heart was doubly ripped out when Lucky died.



So, What's this "Woodgie" thing? That's simple! Lucky and I used to play all the time. He would put his wings up and I would tickle him under his wings. I would make silly sounds. One of the sounds he picked up on quickly was my saying "Woodgie, Woodgie, Woodgie" when I tickled him. Because of how well he said that word, I started calling him "The Big Woodgie". It was the bird equivalent of the surfer's "Big Kahuna"! "The Big Woodgie" was a riot! One morning I came into the room and Lucky called me by a diminutive form of his favorite word. He would now greet me by saying "Hey Woodge" ! So now, Lucky had a nickname for me and he got a real kick out of calling me "Woodge".


This crazy bird changed my vocabulary with respect to parrots. Since he was "The Big Woodgie", it stood to reason that any bird smaller than he was , like a budgie or a cockatiel would now be called "Little Woodgies". Any bird larger than he was would lovingly be called "The Biggest Woodgies"! As long as I have birds, I will be influenced by Lucky! He was definitely One of a Kind!
Hey, "Big Woodgie" I LOVE YOU!!



Way To Go, "Cookster"!!

Cookie is a special needs Budgerigar. These guys are called "budgies" and even more familiarly, parakeets. The "Cookster", as I love to call him has some physical deformities. He was not able to perch, or use his left foot at all. Visits to an avian vet couldn't determine what was wrong. He is not the most symetrical bird I've ever seen but he is beautiful anyway. We have a special bond as I too am disabled. Cookie and I spent more than six months doing physical therapy every day. At first, he was not able to move his left leg and his right leg was extremely weak. We worked on "step ups" using my fingers and some small dowels for him to climb on. He seemed to enjoy his sessions and he was a trooper. After a few months, he was able to maintain a litle grip, I used my hand exclusively for his therapy at this point. Since each of my fingers is a different size, I had Cookie step up onto different fingers as we worked on his exercises. We would spend a half hour in each session and do at least two sessions each day.



The differences in the circumferences of my fingers meant that Cookie had to open and close his feet differently for each step up. I felt that it was the best way to strengthen his weak feet and limbs. I am happy to say that all the work with cookie paid off in many ways.


Although he still has a deformed toe, foot and leg, he gets around beautifully. He can perch, climb, play on his swing and play gym, climb on "Daddy" and do almost anything! This little guy has a huge, independent spirit and is completely confident in his abilities!
GREAT Job Cookster!!



"Bird Whisperer?"

A question on training birds using affection as a motivator rather than food led to an interesting discussion on a Yahoo Group. Training birds using food, a predator/prey relationship or affection was being debated. The following question developed from that discussion:

"Why is it that current leaders in avian training cannot (or will not) teach a hungry public how to train birds? I guess everyone is more interested in being a "bird whisperer" than a teacher".

My response is as follows:

Why can't you do both :-) ? I get the feeling that the idea of understanding the animal and being connected with it is thought of in a strange way with respect to training the animal.

I am sure this will stir up some thoughts that I am some kind of nut, (Nothing New There) but a connection with animals that can be used in training that has nothing to do with food as a motivator (as much as I see and agree with some of the food based training being discussed here) is, in my opinion, very possible. Also, the predator/prey concept still has me baffled. The idea that an animal looks at us as either a predator or as potential prey does not seem to enter into my thoughts on training.

I want to share some of my own experiences (not in any particular order) that convince me that there is some unknown connection between human and animal that trancends the ideas of food as a motivator and seems to make the predator/prey concept a little muddy.

I'm interested in your thoughts on these things with relation to training.

1) Peek-a-Boo - One of the things That I do is teach my birds to play Peek-a-Boo. I teach each bird a different way to play the game so that the bird, if it is ever lost or stolen, can be identified by me. Each bird learns from me without using any food as a reward.

Examples, Max an Umbrella Cockatoo lets me cover his eyes and when I remove my hands, he yells Peek-a-Boo. Max will then cover my eyes and when I pop up, he'll also say Peek-a-Boo

K.C. a brown-throated conure hangs his head down, then pops it up and yells Peek-a-Boo.

Dutch, a lovebird, hunches his body down, takes a leap up, and flaps his wings and makes his Peek-a-Boo sound (not a word yet) and so on.

They learn this game from me without food being used as a reward. I just use praise, fun and affection.

The birds will then play Peek-a-Boo with each other, but each plays the game the way I taught it to them. They have not changed the game to mimic another bird.

The point in this case is that learning has taken place using only affection and attention as a motivator. I'm not sure about the idea that they are rewarded by food when I put them back because they don't eat anything when I place them back on or in their cage. (It was suggested that the birds were motivated by food if they ate after I put them back in their cages after the training session)

2) Sarge - This one is a simple story to indicate some unusual connection between an animal and myself.

Sarge is a mean German Shepherd who has a record of being nippy. Actually he bites. He also barks and shows major signs of aggression. His stance and the hair on his back raises when he is dealing with most anyone.

Sarge got out of his enclosure in my neighbors back yard. This neighbor lived some distance from where I was. I knew of Sarge's reputation and I did not know he was loose as I was sitting on my porch. I saw him approach and thought that I was going to be in serious trouble. I made a choice. I sat there and without hesitation , this dog that should have been incredibly aggressive just came and sat at my right hand.

I told him to sit and stay as I went into my home to get a leash so that I could walk him home.

That sounds like no big deal, right? Well, when I got to the owner's home with Sarge, I was greeted by an astounded look. I was asked how I got him back home. I said that I told him to sit and stay. Then I put a leash on him and walked him home.

The owner told me that I should have been bitten, yet I was petting Sarge. He then told me that Sarge has never been taught to sit and stay. He also told me that Sarge has never been on a leash, yet he walked back with me perfectly.

The point is that here was a dog that has never been trained (these were the only owners so they knew Sarge was never trained) and I had him trained to do things he'd never done before within minutes. By the Way, he repeated the things I taught him for others and myself at later times. It is also important to note that no food was used as a reward, only praise was used. I should have been prey in this example and yet I was not so it seems that a predator/prey relationship had nothing to do with Sarge learning from me.

3) The Goose - I once worked at a wildlife sanctuary. Each year, the geese would migrate back from the north. These were definitely wild geese and what I am describing only happened to me. No one else had this kind of a relationship with this goose in the way that I did.

I was standing in a field and there was a group of geese that had recently come down for the winter, These were guys that summered in Canada. They were quite a distance away and I had no contact with these geese prior to this moment.

I saw one goose making a beeline toward me. I thought I was in for it as Canada geese can be pretty aggressive. I stood my ground figuring I was either going to get bitten or get the goose to back off.

Imagine my surprise when this goose came to me, craned his neck, and laid his head down on my shoe. The top of his head was against my shoe and his throat was exposed to me. (What happened to predator/prey here? ) Furthermore, he wouldn't leave. He stayed there until I reached down and gave him a scratch on the underside of his neck. At that point, he picked up his head and went back to the flock. He did this every single day, only to me, until they flew back up north. He was definitely seeking affection but not continuous affection. He wanted a greeting at the beginning of each day. It was on his terms. Why ?

Year after year, that goose would seek me out.

Let me short circuit some ideas.

Even if this guy was imprinted on another human, why did he pick me and only me to do this with?

I did not teach him to do this and I did not motivate him with food.

Affection was the motivator and he wanted it, I didn't seek it out, the goose did!

Again, with many people working here, why did he single me out?

4) Benjamin - Benjamin is a big double yellow-headed Amazon Parrot who belonged to a pet shop owner. It was my first time in a particular pet shop, I introduced myself to the owner. I also explained that I had written some articles for a bird magazine Companion parrot Quarterly) that he had available for purchase. He knew who I was and was not uncomfortable with my following question. I guess he was feeling me out.

I asked If I could ask Benjamin to step up. His owner said, "If you can get him to, go ahead" he continued to tell me that in the 17 years that he has had Benjamin, the bird has never stepped up onto anyone other than him. Hundreds of people have tried.

I looked at Benjamin for a moment, put my hand in front of him,(on his cage) said step up, and had Benjamin on my hand instantly. Benjamin then proceeded to climb up onto my shoulder and preen my hair.

John, the owner was astounded. He said that Benjamin never connected with anyone like that before!

Benjamin stayed on my shoulder for the duration of my visit and then nicely stepped up onto my hand and let me put him back on his cage.

Sunny "D" - a similar experience with a sun conure that has shredded the hands of his owners and anyone else who tried to rescue him.

I went to rescue The Big "D" as I call him because of his vicious temperament and biting ways. A neighbor who had tried to hold him showed me her ripped up hand. The owner's hands were all sliced up. Five minutes after I was there, I had Sunny "D" on my hand, up and down from my shoulder and voluntarily lying on his back so I could tickle his tummy. He's been with me for five years now and is a great bird!

"Birdy" - (Named by his former owner), is a cockatiel that was cage bound and never learned to step up. He was in a cage for more than seven years as he lived in a house where Boxer dogs were bred. In the home, and in front of the owners while Birdy was being relinquished to me, I had him stepping up and giving kisses in less than 15 minutes.

How are these things possible without some kind of "bird whispering" . I was not influencing these birds with food. Affection and an instinctual "way with birds" was all that I needed to gain his trust.

5) The Deer - At the same wildlife sanctuary,(remember, this was a sanctuary for wild animals, not a zoo) the deer would come to me. They were not tame and other persons working at the sanctuary would rarely even see them although we were in the same areas all the time. It was not a "time" thing as we would be in different places at different times throughout the day.

Anyway, the deer would walk out of the woods to be with me. I had no food, I never fed these animals, they were not fed by humans. We didnt even put out salt licks. There was no motivation other than the fact that they wanted me to talk with them and spend time with them

I am talking about does, bucks, fawns etc. . One wild buck was huge and was once less than a half inch away from me. ( I told you that you would think I was nuts!!)

What was their motivation for attention? Food was not a motivator. Also, these deer were used to the predator prey theory as they were legally hunted so why did they not view me as a predator?

6) Chipmunks - I had a back yard full of chipmunks that were wild, I didnt feed them yet after talking to them and getting them comfortable with me, many would climb up on me and sit on my lap. I gave them little scrootches the same way as I would for a small bird. That was their only incentive. They were not fed by humans. I knew where their nest was and I watched them forage for their own food. They were not getting treats from humans. I would sit and talk to the squirrels the same way.

What happened to predator/prey? What happened to food as a motivator?

7) Otis - Otis is a puppy. He is not my puppy. he is part Pit bull and part Labrador retriever. I have nothing to do with this puppy except for the fact that for some strange reason, he wants to be with me. Anytime he gets loose, he is here. His urge is so strong that He actually pushed his way into my house the other evening just to be here. He had to dig his way out of his yard about a half block away, find his way to my house and then run headfirst into the door to open it. (The door was slightly ajar to allow a cord for Christmas lights to go through the doorway)

He has not been trained by his owners to sit or walk on a leash yet he does both for me as if he has been doing it for years.

There is no food used as reinforcement. He crashed into my house for affection and companionship.

Horses - When I was a kid, my aunt and uncle owned trotters. They raced them all over the eastern seaboard. These are horses that are trained to trot and not to run or gallop. They are very high strung and as a result shouldn't be ridden with a saddle. They normally pull a surry. For many of these horses, (Not all) it is a major sin to ride one as they can be untrained to trot.

To make a long story short. They could not be ridden by anyone but me. They wouldn't let a saddle near them unless I was carrying it. They also would gallop for me and handle beautifully as I rode them. They also never lost a step in a race. It's as if they knew how to ride with me and work when the time came. This is very unusual for a trotter.

I did not feed these horses as my uncle had payed staff to train, groom and feed these horses. They enjoyed their time with me and I could handle them as no other person could.

Why? Food was not a motivator, I think it was fun for them.

As corny as it sounds, I feel like I was able to "connect" with them.

While I am not training lions and tigers and bears, (No I won't say OH MY ! ) I've played with adult blue-jays, catbirds, mockingbirds, owls, red-tailed hawks and others. I even taught starlings who were out in the wild to step up. There was no food used as a motivator, just attention and fun.

I question this predator /prey thing and I still wonder about affection and attention as motivation. Yes, food probably produces a quicker result and it has an extremely important role in training but how about this other stuff? How about a need for attention? How about a need for affection? How about a need for play?

I could never prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that these things are strong motivators but my own "connections" with animals indicate that they are a factor in teaching them.

Can a person be a teacher and an "animal or bird whisperer" ? I think so!
I look forward to your comments...Come on, Rip me to shreds :-)

Have Fun, Bill



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