Yes, I admit it, I don’t want my kid growing up to be a sissy. I’m not one of those overprotective parrots, afraid to let his kid leave the nest and spread his wings. You know the kind, always hovering around to make sure the little ones don’t get their talon stuck in the cage door or forget to sharpen their beaks. For the love of Pete, leave him alone, he’s practically six-months-old!
Now, maybe I got a different way of looking at things because I didn’t grow up in a fancy cage. started out a young cock in the wild, flying free with parrots of all colors and sizes. You’re talking to a guy whose best friend was an African Gray. Man, we tore it up! Never been …