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♥ •..•(¯`v´¯)Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
♥ * Beloved ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ • ♥ Special ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ * ♥ Baby ♥ * ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ ✶♥ Forever Loved ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
I got Tori Joe when she was just starting to get her feathers. As babies go, she wasn't much to look at but I loved her right away.
She got fed her baby food three times a day during the week and every 3 hours on weekends.
I kept her cage in the kitchen by the patio door. From there she could see me where I sat in the living room and watch everything going on outside.
I had a small jar I mixed her powdered baby food in and a small white plastic spoon that I fed her with.
As I'd feed her I'd make the noise, "MMMMMM" with every bite. That was the first thing she said.
When she got a bit older and I'd get her out of her cage I'd ask her, "Wanna come out, come out?" That was the second thing she learned to say. When I'd be in the kitchen or in sight of her cage she'd come to the perch on the inside of the door and say, "Come out?" I'd get her out and let her play on top of her cage on the little jungle jim there with her bells and rings that were there. When she was ready to get back into her cage she'd just climb down the side of the cage and go inside. She was finished playing.
She learned to do the Mayberry theme 'whistle', she was really good at it. She also imitated the chirping that my car alarm made when I'd arm and unarm it. And the noise of the zipper on the pack I carry.
I always wanted her to call the kitty but she'd never do it, just cock her head and look at me.
Other than having a Quaker parrot's dna checked there's no way to tell if you have a male or female. Tori laid one egg so I know she was a she.
She didn't want anyone else to take her out of her cage, which is the norm for the larger parrots. I was her human and she was my baby... end of story.
And did she ever love fresh corn. I'd buy it fresh, cut it into 4 inch pieces and freeze it. In her cage I'd attacehd an eye bolt to the side of the cage with a short length of chain. I could ask her if she wanted some corn and she'd head for the eye bolt saying, "mmm mmm mmmm" She'd have it cleaned down to the cob in no time then she's like her toes to get the remaining juice off them.
She also loved pasta of any kind. Nothing on it, just pasta, elbow macaroni, shells, but the funniest to watch her eat was spaghetti. She'd pick it up by one end and with one foot she'd feed it into her mouth like a little wind-up toy.
Tori would give me kisses. I'd hold her close to my face and she'd lean against my cheek. I'd say, "Gimme kisses." and she'd touch her beak to my lips and sometimes I could feel her rough little tongue on my lip. Once in a great while she'd gently take hold of my lip with her beak but she never hurt me. She was always so gentle.
She loved to dance. I'd sing to her and say dance Tori, dance and she'd bob and bounce on her perch like mad.
She was such a fun bird. Never a dull moment with her around.
One day I noticed that she was on the bottom of the cage and not acting like herself. I put her in her travel cage and off to the vet we went.
Seems she'd had an egg break inside her. She passed while they were x-raying her.
My house was so lonely for a long time... my little girl wasn't there to talk to me.
She was awesome.
♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
"our time with our babies is always shorter than we'd like, we know when we get them that we'll in all likely hood outlive them, but we get them anyway. I think it's God's way of showing us in one form on this earth what His unconditional love feels like. To be loved by a pet such as this one is to know the taste of that kind of love for just a season... but that wondrous taste is enough... just for a season."
bjv
♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
(¯`v´¯)Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
♥ •..•(¯`v´¯)Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
♥ * Beloved ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ • ♥ Special ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ * ♥ Baby ♥ * ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ ✶♥ Forever Loved ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
I got Tori Joe when she was just starting to get her feathers. As babies go, she wasn't much to look at but I loved her right away.
She got fed her baby food three times a day during the week and every 3 hours on weekends.
I kept her cage in the kitchen by the patio door. From there she could see me where I sat in the living room and watch everything going on outside.
I had a small jar I mixed her powdered baby food in and a small white plastic spoon that I fed her with.
As I'd feed her I'd make the noise, "MMMMMM" with every bite. That was the first thing she said.
When she got a bit older and I'd get her out of her cage I'd ask her, "Wanna come out, come out?" That was the second thing she learned to say. When I'd be in the kitchen or in sight of her cage she'd come to the perch on the inside of the door and say, "Come out?" I'd get her out and let her play on top of her cage on the little jungle jim there with her bells and rings that were there. When she was ready to get back into her cage she'd just climb down the side of the cage and go inside. She was finished playing.
She learned to do the Mayberry theme 'whistle', she was really good at it. She also imitated the chirping that my car alarm made when I'd arm and unarm it. And the noise of the zipper on the pack I carry.
I always wanted her to call the kitty but she'd never do it, just cock her head and look at me.
Other than having a Quaker parrot's dna checked there's no way to tell if you have a male or female. Tori laid one egg so I know she was a she.
She didn't want anyone else to take her out of her cage, which is the norm for the larger parrots. I was her human and she was my baby... end of story.
And did she ever love fresh corn. I'd buy it fresh, cut it into 4 inch pieces and freeze it. In her cage I'd attacehd an eye bolt to the side of the cage with a short length of chain. I could ask her if she wanted some corn and she'd head for the eye bolt saying, "mmm mmm mmmm" She'd have it cleaned down to the cob in no time then she's like her toes to get the remaining juice off them.
She also loved pasta of any kind. Nothing on it, just pasta, elbow macaroni, shells, but the funniest to watch her eat was spaghetti. She'd pick it up by one end and with one foot she'd feed it into her mouth like a little wind-up toy.
Tori would give me kisses. I'd hold her close to my face and she'd lean against my cheek. I'd say, "Gimme kisses." and she'd touch her beak to my lips and sometimes I could feel her rough little tongue on my lip. Once in a great while she'd gently take hold of my lip with her beak but she never hurt me. She was always so gentle.
She loved to dance. I'd sing to her and say dance Tori, dance and she'd bob and bounce on her perch like mad.
She was such a fun bird. Never a dull moment with her around.
One day I noticed that she was on the bottom of the cage and not acting like herself. I put her in her travel cage and off to the vet we went.
Seems she'd had an egg break inside her. She passed while they were x-raying her.
My house was so lonely for a long time... my little girl wasn't there to talk to me.
She was awesome.
♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
"our time with our babies is always shorter than we'd like, we know when we get them that we'll in all likely hood outlive them, but we get them anyway. I think it's God's way of showing us in one form on this earth what His unconditional love feels like. To be loved by a pet such as this one is to know the taste of that kind of love for just a season... but that wondrous taste is enough... just for a season."
bjv
♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥
(¯`v´¯)Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
♥ •..•(¯`v´¯)Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
♥ * Beloved ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ • ♥ Special ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ * ♥ Baby ♥ * ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ ✶♥ Forever Loved ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
I got Tori Joe when she was just starting to get her feathers. As babies go, she wasn't much to look at but I loved her right away.
She got fed her baby food three times a day during the week and every 3 hours on weekends.
I kept her cage in the kitchen by the patio door. From there she could see me where I sat in the living room and watch everything going on outside.
I had a small jar I mixed her powdered baby food in and a small white plastic spoon that I fed her with.
As I'd feed her I'd make the noise, "MMMMMM" with every bite. That was the first thing she said.
When she got a bit older and I'd get her out of her cage I'd ask her, "Wanna come out, come out?" That was the second thing she learned to say. When I'd be in the kitchen or in sight of her cage she'd come to the perch on the inside of the door and say, "Come out?" I'd get her out and let her play on top of her cage on the little jungle jim there with her bells and rings that were there. When she was ready to get back into her cage she'd just climb down the side of the cage and go inside. She was finished playing.
She learned to do the Mayberry theme 'whistle', she was really good at it. She also imitated the chirping that my car alarm made when I'd arm and unarm it. And the noise of the zipper on the pack I carry.
I always wanted her to call the kitty but she'd never do it, just cock her head and look at me.
Other than having a Quaker parrot's dna checked there's no way to tell if you have a male or female. Tori laid one egg so I know she was a she.
She didn't want anyone else to take her out of her cage, which is the norm for the larger parrots. I was her human and she was my baby... end of story.
And did she ever love fresh corn. I'd buy it fresh, cut it into 4 inch pieces and freeze it. In her cage I'd attacehd an eye bolt to the side of the cage with a short length of chain. I could ask her if she wanted some corn and she'd head for the eye bolt saying, "mmm mmm mmmm" She'd have it cleaned down to the cob in no time then she's like her toes to get the remaining juice off them.
She also loved pasta of any kind. Nothing on it, just pasta, elbow macaroni, shells, but the funniest to watch her eat was spaghetti. She'd pick it up by one end and with one foot she'd feed it into her mouth like a little wind-up toy.
Tori would give me kisses. I'd hold her close to my face and she'd lean against my cheek. I'd say, "Gimme kisses." and she'd touch her beak to my lips and sometimes I could feel her rough little tongue on my lip. Once in a great while she'd gently take hold of my lip with her beak but she never hurt me. She was always so gentle.
She loved to dance. I'd sing to her and say dance Tori, dance and she'd bob and bounce on her perch like mad.
She was such a fun bird. Never a dull moment with her around.
One day I noticed that she was on the bottom of the cage and not acting like herself. I put her in her travel cage and off to the vet we went.
Seems she'd had an egg break inside her. She passed while they were x-raying her.
My house was so lonely for a long time... my little girl wasn't there to talk to me.
She was awesome.
♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
"our time with our babies is always shorter than we'd like, we know when we get them that we'll in all likely hood outlive them, but we get them anyway. I think it's God's way of showing us in one form on this earth what His unconditional love feels like. To be loved by a pet such as this one is to know the taste of that kind of love for just a season... but that wondrous taste is enough... just for a season."
bjv
♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
(¯`v´¯)Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
♥ •..•(¯`v´¯)Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
♥ * Beloved ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ • ♥ Special ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ * ♥ Baby ♥ * ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
♥ ✶♥ Forever Loved ♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
I got Tori Joe when she was just starting to get her feathers. As babies go, she wasn't much to look at but I loved her right away.
She got fed her baby food three times a day during the week and every 3 hours on weekends.
I kept her cage in the kitchen by the patio door. From there she could see me where I sat in the living room and watch everything going on outside.
I had a small jar I mixed her powdered baby food in and a small white plastic spoon that I fed her with.
As I'd feed her I'd make the noise, "MMMMMM" with every bite. That was the first thing she said.
When she got a bit older and I'd get her out of her cage I'd ask her, "Wanna come out, come out?" That was the second thing she learned to say. When I'd be in the kitchen or in sight of her cage she'd come to the perch on the inside of the door and say, "Come out?" I'd get her out and let her play on top of her cage on the little jungle jim there with her bells and rings that were there. When she was ready to get back into her cage she'd just climb down the side of the cage and go inside. She was finished playing.
She learned to do the Mayberry theme 'whistle', she was really good at it. She also imitated the chirping that my car alarm made when I'd arm and unarm it. And the noise of the zipper on the pack I carry.
I always wanted her to call the kitty but she'd never do it, just cock her head and look at me.
Other than having a Quaker parrot's dna checked there's no way to tell if you have a male or female. Tori laid one egg so I know she was a she.
She didn't want anyone else to take her out of her cage, which is the norm for the larger parrots. I was her human and she was my baby... end of story.
And did she ever love fresh corn. I'd buy it fresh, cut it into 4 inch pieces and freeze it. In her cage I'd attacehd an eye bolt to the side of the cage with a short length of chain. I could ask her if she wanted some corn and she'd head for the eye bolt saying, "mmm mmm mmmm" She'd have it cleaned down to the cob in no time then she's like her toes to get the remaining juice off them.
She also loved pasta of any kind. Nothing on it, just pasta, elbow macaroni, shells, but the funniest to watch her eat was spaghetti. She'd pick it up by one end and with one foot she'd feed it into her mouth like a little wind-up toy.
Tori would give me kisses. I'd hold her close to my face and she'd lean against my cheek. I'd say, "Gimme kisses." and she'd touch her beak to my lips and sometimes I could feel her rough little tongue on my lip. Once in a great while she'd gently take hold of my lip with her beak but she never hurt me. She was always so gentle.
She loved to dance. I'd sing to her and say dance Tori, dance and she'd bob and bounce on her perch like mad.
She was such a fun bird. Never a dull moment with her around.
One day I noticed that she was on the bottom of the cage and not acting like herself. I put her in her travel cage and off to the vet we went.
Seems she'd had an egg break inside her. She passed while they were x-raying her.
My house was so lonely for a long time... my little girl wasn't there to talk to me.
She was awesome.
♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
"For everything there is a season,
and a time for every purpose under Heaven:
a time to be born, a time to die,
a time to plant, a time to uproot,
a time to weep, a time to laugh,
a time to grieve, a time to dance"
~ King Solomon (Ecclesiastes 3)
"our time with our babies is always shorter than we'd like, we know when we get them that we'll in all likely hood outlive them, but we get them anyway. I think it's God's way of showing us in one form on this earth what His unconditional love feels like. To be loved by a pet such as this one is to know the taste of that kind of love for just a season... but that wondrous taste is enough... just for a season."
bjv
♥ *¨*.¸¸.✶♥ *.✫
