Well, it seems that even if I’m not the one expanding the family, our family is destined to grow, and grow, and grow. No, there are no more human additions, but more of the feathered variety.
After my last post here, it was decided that our hurt/lost finch was going to be a part of our family. Closer inspections of our tiny charge showed that he appeared to be too well fed for a wild bird and that the amputated foot happened some time ago. Knowing how WIRES and vets work, the decision was made to not contact them (the recommendation would be to put the bird down) and to house the finch ourselves.
A night spent in our improvised intensive care unit, and we had one active finch on 0ur hands. That plastic box (no lid- just a flimsy cardboard cover) was not going to serve as a home for much longer and a proper home was going to have to be found, fast.
Les took a wonder out to our storage unit, retrieved our bird cages and then helped to clean and set them up. The tiny finch had a new home, but then I decided to let him have my budgie cage, as it is sooo much bigger than the ‘finch house’ cage. Yep, he likes my budgie cage and loves the room he has to fly around and spread seed from here to eternity (or so it seems).
With a nice home, our finch was named. Les called him Vince, as in Invinceable, which seems to have the ‘meep’ of approval. One happy bird named, and plans to get him some friends.
A trip to the pet shop was inevitable, as it always is. I was instructed to get some flock mates for Vince, and so I did (along with about 10 more fish!!!). I got a grey female zebra finch and a white male and female pair of zebra finches. It took about 3 days for them to all settle down, but they are as happy as can be now, especially with my greenery that has been grown for them from their own wasted seeds.
Yes, we have 4 finches now. They are Vince and Violet Grey and Millie and Meep White. 4 happy little featheries who are very loud, despite their size, and are providing a new dynamic to our household.
The plan now is to get a pair of Gouldian finches, which shouldn’t be too hard. The pet shop already has them waiting for my return. Might go tomorrow actually, providing I get some sleep tonight.
So, from frightened and lonely bird, Vince has become the King of his Purple Heart Palace and has a girlfriend whom he treats like a queen. I am so glad he survived, and so is Les who has waited 53 years to own finches.
Off to cover them up now, they are pretty loud ‘meepers’ and with it getting rather late (or early depending on your perspective), they seem louder and are threatening to wake up the girls.