Sta.sh
So I have this bird. His name is Fergus, or Gus for short, and he's a baby European Starling. He's one of my rescues. He's old enough to fly and he's very sassy when he wants something. Story time? I think so.
I was sitting in my room earlier, playing ukulele. Gus was sitting on my shoulder singing along. So we sat there, singing and stuff, when suddenly he decided that he was hungry. But not for the mealworms that I put in his food bowl; he wanted the baby formula. I feed it to him in syringes, and I always have at least one syringe pulled and ready to feed to him. He flew to the top of my pigeon, Jay's cage — that's where I have everything set up to feed him. — so I said "One second Gus, I've got two lines left in this song" and went back to playing. He screamed at me as if to say "BUT I WANT IT NOW!", picked up the full syringe in his beak, flew across the room, threw the syringe at me and then landed on my shoulder, and screamed until I found the syringe and fed him. In my experience I've found that the smaller the bird, the bigger the personality/attitude. But yes. I love the little devil.
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.........Thanks for all.
