A customer in Shreveport, LA saw and documented parakeets stuffed in a travel size tank at her local Petsmart. This sort of containment and overcrowding for any amount of time is neglectful, improper and dangerous. Birds need adequate space, and proper air flow. Overcrowding is extremely stressful and can result in injuries. An inexperienced and borderline abusive worker hitting the tank no doubt would terrify these birds, who are likely young, scared and not used to humans.
Please contact Petsmart to complain. Please reblog, and signal boost.
There’s this pigeon behind our office (well there are dozens of pigeons but you know) that decided to nest under the gross terrifying fire escape stairs that most people take to get into the building. It’s a really not pleasant place. There is a lot of garbage and dirt and poop. But this pigeon just laid an egg on top of it all. And then sat there (seemingly) without ever getting up for like a month. Every time a person goes up the stairs, it has got to be the most terrifying experience for that bird. Loud metal noises and big human feel like two feet above its head. Travis’s imagined inner bird monologue whenever someone goes up the stairs “I fucked up. I fucked up. Shit." Tim and Julia and I named it Bib (bad idea bird).
About a week ago the egg hatched! So now there’s a little stringy pigeon baby under the stairs surrounded by trash and poops. Not an ideal deal. I hope adult pigeon knows what it’s doing.
Last week I was leaving and saw the baby for the first time. Some lady from another company was also leaving and we were both taking pictures of the bird. She said she was pregnant so it was making her all in a tizzy. The next day I was coming into work and that some lady was on the fire escape looking at the bird and as I climb the stairs she really defensively and hilariously says "oooohhahaaaa I’m trying to take a picture” and I’m sure she was thinking well jeez this stranger prob thinks I’m a bird freak who does nothing but stare at this pigeon 24/7. It was good.
I don’t even know how to say this but I need help.
In 2013 I obtained a Blue and Gold Macaw that I named Frodo. His previous owner could no longer care for him and he was extremely aggressive and underweight. It took a few weeks but he finally warmed up to me and started to let me hold him and pet him and by 6 months he was a total sweetheart. I loved him dearly but I made myself adopt him out like I had promised myself.
Yesterday, I got a call from his new owner saying he wasn’t eating and plucking feathers pretty badly even after months of being with her. She said in three weeks shes going to post him on craigslist for 600$ but is giving me first rights. Where I will most likely never see him again.
I am absolutely terrified. This bird was my baby and I can’t imagine him being in harms way. Theres no way I can come up with an extra 600 dollars to bring my baby home, Im in college and money is really tight. My mom has offered to help pay but shes not really in the position to drop that money right now either. We can afford his general care and my mom works at a vets office where he can get free medical care anytime . Its just the jump of 600$ to get him back in the first place. The semester just started and im broke. I need help please. I hate asking for money but I cant imagine him being gone forever.
If I take him back, it will be a permanent home for him. Hes only 6 years old and is going through his terrible twos which his owner wasn’t prepped for I guess. She as been really nice to us and has been in contanct so many times. Please help me get my tickle buddy back .
Muuuum!!! In a scene reminiscent of the Hitchcock classic The Birds, a terrified
baby hippo runs screaming for its mother after a a flock of red and
yellow ox-pecker birds landed on its back. The hippo was seen screaming,
running and twisting from side to side in a desperate bid to shake off
the flock, which usually have a mutually beneficial relationship where
the birds help free hippos of ticks and other parasites by feeding on
them, by Wildographer Marc Mol