^^ Nawww thanks man!!
I am pretty proud of him, even when he's being a cunt to me hahaha. We raised him from when he was only a few days old so he really is our baby.
This is the only photo I have of him when he was a bub!
He's first generation out of the wild, which I guess is why his markings are so typical of the native lorikeets (i.e. not tainted by human breeding selection etc).
When I was still a vet nurse, one Saturday morning some kids brought him in to the clinic in a cardboard box, saying they'd found him fallen out of the tree. The mother bird was nowhere to be seen. So I offered to raise him, with the intention of releasing him back in to the wild. For all I knew he could've died the next day, cos he was so young and fragile without his mum. But I did the best I could and he turned out great! By the time he was big enough to fly, it was very apparent that he was never ever going back in to the wild. He was well and truly integrated in to human family life
As you can see from the photo, when we first brought him home, we didn't even know what type of bird he was!! So it was really fun watching him every day to see what coloured feathers were appearing and what type of bird he was developing in to. It was like a lucky dip!
Oh and nope, we haven't taught him any tricks
He doesn't seem to be very receptive to our "teaching" methods. He can't even talk, which is frustrating because we have tried (and continue to try) to teach him words.

I am pretty proud of him, even when he's being a cunt to me hahaha. We raised him from when he was only a few days old so he really is our baby.
This is the only photo I have of him when he was a bub!

He's first generation out of the wild, which I guess is why his markings are so typical of the native lorikeets (i.e. not tainted by human breeding selection etc).
When I was still a vet nurse, one Saturday morning some kids brought him in to the clinic in a cardboard box, saying they'd found him fallen out of the tree. The mother bird was nowhere to be seen. So I offered to raise him, with the intention of releasing him back in to the wild. For all I knew he could've died the next day, cos he was so young and fragile without his mum. But I did the best I could and he turned out great! By the time he was big enough to fly, it was very apparent that he was never ever going back in to the wild. He was well and truly integrated in to human family life

As you can see from the photo, when we first brought him home, we didn't even know what type of bird he was!! So it was really fun watching him every day to see what coloured feathers were appearing and what type of bird he was developing in to. It was like a lucky dip!

Oh and nope, we haven't taught him any tricks

He doesn't seem to be very receptive to our "teaching" methods. He can't even talk, which is frustrating because we have tried (and continue to try) to teach him words.
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