Morgan Update: Going Outside + Flight Skill Development

Here's your Morgan fix this week! First off, due to weather I was only able to work on outdoor desensitization one day (come on, Idaho-spring!) And here is what that looked like: After some serious time off from YouTube, Patty came back in a whole new light! Check out her and I training with our macaws, flying them back and forth between one an...
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Storm's 45 Days with Me are Over...

Photo by Jamieleigh Location: Moab, Utah Freeflight: Blue Fronted Amazon "Storm"  Hopefully most of you remember me talking about the Amazon parrot, Storm, and how I was going to be fostering him for a total of 45 days. Well, that 45 days ended a little bit ago and I'm still here in Moab, Utah with his owners. The other blog where I talk abo...
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I Left On Vacation & My Parrot Starved Himself

I got my blue throated macaw, whom I call "Jinx", back in October 2008. He lived with me in Orlando for less than a month before I took my first traveling trip (via airlines) with him to Seattle, Washington for Halloween (I love spending holidays with my flock!)   Photo by David Location: Lacey, Washington Stealing the Bandana: Blue Throated Ma...
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Bondi's Story: How She Became an Outdoor Flier

Photo by Dave Location: Moab, Utah Outside Flyers: Rose Breasted Cockatoos "Bandit" & "Bondi" I hope you all remember Bondi's story. If you don't, here's to sum it up: She was raised right, never clipped and properly fledged. The post above is about how much happier she became flying in an outdoor batting cage.   To now sum up how far she h...
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The Different Ways Parrots Play

I believe firmly (and from personal experience with MANY birds) that every bird is different and there is no “one size fits all” when it comes to keeping them. Which also makes it fun!   My military macaw plays HARD. And that is why he plays with Dave, and not me! Here is a video of Cash actually playing…   Cash also loves playing hard with h...
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