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Motivational Mango

Hello, I am Mango, birb of the internet, and I have heard that you have a sad.

Did you know that I am professional sad fighter? It’s true! Mango will show you the way. When you has a sad, you may feel like doing this:

As you can see, Mango has been there too. But I can offer you some solutions.

Sometimes it can help to talk to a friend. It can be hard to reach out, but sometimes expressing how you feel and commiserating makes you feel less alone. Hiding in hair is optional.

You can talk to friends online if that makes you more comfortable. Computer is also good for viewing birbs. Good for combating a sad.

If you’re having a rough time, it’s ok to take a break and enjoy a favorite activity. Don’t feel guilty! We can’t be 100% work 100% of the time. You’re allowed to have fun!

You could get some rest, take a walk, or fix yourself a favorite snack! Sometimes you need to treat yo self. You deserve it because you’re awesome. So remember to be good to you.

You just take that sad and you give it this look to let it know you mean business:

You examine this sad and tell it that it has no power here. Give it a real good look with your birb eye and remember that you are worth more than any momentary despair this sad could bring. Here, Mango show you how:

If all else fails, Mango will get real puffy at the sad for you to ward it off. Sad has no room when Mango is poof.

But of course the best cure for a sad is looking at pictures of birbs.

Hang in there, birb! You’re gonna make it.

pepperandpals

Nope

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Ring-Necked Parakeet

by AnActionfigure

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This is my Second Feathers story for @pepperandpals about my rescue bird on the left, Angel. First I have to tell you about the bird on the right, Stormy. Stormy is a 10 year old female pearl cockatiel I had since she was baby. She knows multiple tricks, loves head scratches, is fine with being pet anywhere on her body, and loves being near people enjoying time out of her cage with people. She had a cage mate for about 8 years before she suddenly passed away last summer. Afraid that losing her cage mate would make her depressed, I began to look into getting another bird to accompany her, specifically another senior female cockatiel. I don’t remember what brought me to craigslist, I never use that site, but there was a listing for an 11 year old female cockatiel. Originally they were asking for about 60$, so I sent an email telling them about my bird, the 5-foot cage with a divider I had to accommodate them, how I drive an hour to buy the best food for them and get their nails clipped, etc. I didn’t hear anything back for months, I was starting to think they either already gave her to someone else or forgot about the listing. Then I got an email back saying they reviewed all the emails and deemed me the best person to adopt her. When I went to see her she kept screaming in her cage, which was a small canary cage with one single perch, canary food, and she shared with a male canary. When they took her out of her cage she immediately flew around the room and slammed into a window and fell to the ground. Her owners said they understand if I didn’t want her. I played it off as her being terrified of someone new, so I dismissed her behavior and told them I was still interested and they gave me her “free to a good home.” It wasn’t til I got her home that I noticed her feet. They were swollen and went in abnormal directions, so I assumed she was just born with splayed legs. Her behavior stayed the same, she was so scared, and she refused to eat anything healthy, only fatty seeds. I took her to get checked out, and was I told that it was actually arthritis from standing on the same perch for 11 years and she needed to really slowly be weaned off her old unhealthy diet. I don’t want to say her owners were abusive, just ignorant of cockatiels and as a result neglectful. They said they wanted to get rid of her because the daughter got bored of her and stopped letting her out of the cage, and the mother didn’t want to take care of her anymore, and if the canary refused to sing she would get rid of him too. But for the first few weeks I gave them updates about her, then they stopped seeming interested. Since then Angel is on a better diet, has an appropriate cage mate, many perches that are designed for birds with arthritis, and is slowly getting used to coming out of her cage and not flying away from people, but she still hates being touched, I don’t think they ever really pet her or showed her affection, so now she doesn’t know what to do when she receives it.

pepperandpals

The DRAMA

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Colibrí Chispita Volcanera - Volcano Hummingbird - (Selasphorus flammula)\Selasphorus flammula versión Poás-Barva by raulvega on Flickr.

demonpub

this is Phoenix! She was a sun conure / gcc hybrid that I purchased from a local exotic pet store when they opened up. She was very timid, and had a horrible disfigured leg and when her little foot held my finger I knew I was done for. She was only $60, they sold her to me saying that her leg was a birth defect and when they opened someone had left her on their steps (and her brother, I don’t know his whereabouts) and I fell in complete love. I made sure she had a comfortable life, a small cage crafted for her since she couldn’t climb or perch well, or at all really. Phoenix was the most well tempered bird I’ve ever owned, she went everywhere with me either in my pockets napping or in her little basket full of blankets. I’m pretty sure the only time she really spent in her cage was for bed time! (Even with that sometimes we’d put her in a basket with blankets and treats that she couldn’t climb out of so she could sleep near us without risk of being crushed). I was determined to give her an amazing life, she was only 2 months approx. when I adopted her, after a short period of time owning her I went to the vets to see if we could surgically fix her leg, but that’s when things for my darling Phoenix went south. It was a 2-3 month adventure with her, we found out it was not a birth defect but neglect from whoever had her when she hatched, and they were going to realign her bones but she got gravely ill. She stayed overnight at the vets, and came home with antibiotics the next day. We nursed her to health but her physical appearance deteriorated as if she was just dying from the inside out, but she never failed to cheerfully chirp and put smiles on everyone’s faces. I do strongly believe this bird saved my life and I desperately wanted to save her. And I wish I could have. Her abdomen started bloating severely, I was terrified because she made these noises that clearly was extreme pain and distress and I would keep her in steamy rooms to clear her breathing, and stayed up night after night watching her closely and trying desperately to get her to eat and drink. It got to the point that she physically couldn’t even feed herself or drink anything herself and I resorted to hand feeding. It was only a day or two until I came to terms that the antibiotics weren’t working, and I met up with the vet late that night. It was some form of aggressive cancer or other disease and she had to be put down. I’ve never experienced such pain, and I’ve never had one of my birds pass on so this was so soul crushing, I felt I had failed her. I never received her biopsy results or her body for a proper burial because this dimwit of a vet “lost” her body. I received $600 from the office as compensation but it was nothing to me, I wanted Phoenix back. I know in my heart I couldn’t have saved her if I tried, survival rate for those hybrids is very very low. I will forever hold her in my heart though, and carry on loving and caring for my 9 other rescue birds. Phoenix changed my life, rescuing birds truly is an amazing feat in life.

@pepperandpals

demonpub

this is Phoenix! She was a sun conure / gcc hybrid that I purchased from a local exotic pet store when they opened up. She was very timid, and had a horrible disfigured leg and when her little foot held my finger I knew I was done for. She was only $60, they sold her to me saying that her leg was a birth defect and when they opened someone had left her on their steps (and her brother, I don’t know his whereabouts) and I fell in complete love. I made sure she had a comfortable life, a small cage crafted for her since she couldn’t climb or perch well, or at all really. Phoenix was the most well tempered bird I’ve ever owned, she went everywhere with me either in my pockets napping or in her little basket full of blankets. I’m pretty sure the only time she really spent in her cage was for bed time! (Even with that sometimes we’d put her in a basket with blankets and treats that she couldn’t climb out of so she could sleep near us without risk of being crushed). I was determined to give her an amazing life, she was only 2 months approx. when I adopted her, after a short period of time owning her I went to the vets to see if we could surgically fix her leg, but that’s when things for my darling Phoenix went south. It was a 2-3 month adventure with her, we found out it was not a birth defect but neglect from whoever had her when she hatched, and they were going to realign her bones but she got gravely ill. She stayed overnight at the vets, and came home with antibiotics the next day. We nursed her to health but her physical appearance deteriorated as if she was just dying from the inside out, but she never failed to cheerfully chirp and put smiles on everyone’s faces. I do strongly believe this bird saved my life and I desperately wanted to save her. And I wish I could have. Her abdomen started bloating severely, I was terrified because she made these noises that clearly was extreme pain and distress and I would keep her in steamy rooms to clear her breathing, and stayed up night after night watching her closely and trying desperately to get her to eat and drink. It got to the point that she physically couldn’t even feed herself or drink anything herself and I resorted to hand feeding. It was only a day or two until I came to terms that the antibiotics weren’t working, and I met up with the vet late that night. It was some form of aggressive cancer or other disease and she had to be put down. I’ve never experienced such pain, and I’ve never had one of my birds pass on so this was so soul crushing, I felt I had failed her. I never received her biopsy results or her body for a proper burial because this dimwit of a vet “lost” her body. I received $600 from the office as compensation but it was nothing to me, I wanted Phoenix back. I know in my heart I couldn’t have saved her if I tried, survival rate for those hybrids is very very low. I will forever hold her in my heart though, and carry on loving and caring for my 9 other rescue birds. Phoenix changed my life, rescuing birds truly is an amazing feat in life.

@pepperandpals

avianawareness

My birds don’t respect me.

birdhism

Commission Me!

falseredstart

“What happened to your hands?”

(Starring grayish saltator, buff-throated treehunter, crimson-bellied woodyP, and great antshrike)

becausebirds

They seem cute and sweet in photos but then…you realize they are balls of hate covered in feathers.

bob-artist

Ebo was going through a really rough molt, and he threw a hissy fit when I took a break from petting him so I could scratch my knee. So naturally, I took about 10 times longer to scratch my knee than I originally planned. ^_^

(unmute this for Ebo in all his bratty glory)