Puddings & Toyboys

A blog about my beautiful budgies.

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Remembering Phineas on his adoption day

Phineas came into our home on this day, 5 years ago.  Here is a video of him, my finger & some preening:

 

Missing you, our little man.

Always in our thoughts.

♥♥♥

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Guest Post: The legendary Ian and Marshall (not forgetting Eric …)

Regular followers of this blog will be familiar with the legendary Sharing Sausages, who, over the years, graciously shared their wild grass with my flock.  Here is a tribute post to them written by follower rosebudgie.


THE LEGENDARY IAN AND MARSHALL (not forgetting Eric …)

It had been many years since I’d had budgies in my life, and by 2007 the pressure was building. Then I saw this picture on a forum:

Ian on the left

 

I can’t say for sure, because there was a whole brood of similar chicks, but I’ve always felt that Ian was the budgie on the left: there’s a certain look in his eye … Anyhow, I drove to Oxford to meet the family (born in a big cage in a living room) and chose Ian to take away with me. Even before I got him home, I realised that, as I worked full-time, it would be crazy to try to keep a budgie on his own, and that I would need to return to Oxford as soon as possible to get him a friend.

Ian was absolutely over the moon when I brought his brother Marshall back the following Saturday: kissing him, preening him … he couldn’t get enough of him. It’s remembering this that has totally convinced me that, in the vast majority of cases, budgies do need to be with budgies.

For the next ten years, Ian and Marshie colonized the living room. Theoretically their home was the Mini Manor but, especially in their younger years, most of the time they were out and about, flying from cage top to picture frame to window perch to curtain rail, tearing the leaves off my (non-toxic-to-budgies) house plant till it was completely naked.

From the window they would observe the seasons changing:

 

And they particularly loved to kiss and canoodle in the curtains:

Ian and Marshall canoodling

 

As they got older, podgier and lazier, even though the cage was usually left open, they often couldn’t be bothered to leave it after an initial morning flight. I set up a webcam so that, when I was at work, I and their other fans (including, of course, Sweetpea) could watch them eating, snoozing and – in Ian’s case particularly – loudly addressing the nation from the perch in full view of the camera.

Apart from the odd spat, the boyz got on wonderfully well – Read more of this post

Remembering Cagney: Two years on

Two years ago today, our beautiful Cagney made his way to rainbow bridge.

Cagney

 

Still in our thoughts.

Love you my dear boy.

xxx

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Remembering Atilla: Five years on

Five years ago today, our beautiful Atilla made her way to rainbow bridge.  I hope the millet is plentiful there.

Atilla

 

Still in our thoughts.

Love you always my dear girl.

xxx

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Remembering Phineas: One year on

One year ago today, our wonderful Phineas made his way to rainbow bridge.

It is hard to believe that a whole year has passed.  There have been many changes since his passing but his home, the Silver Villa, is very much the same.  I can still visualise him sitting at each seed pot, chewing the iodine block & sitting on the perch in the doorway.  His pink swing is still in use, though not as a bedtime position as he used it.

Phineas

 

Always in our thoughts.

Love you my lovely boy.

(I still hope you can forgive me).

xxx

 

Wild Grass 2017 (Part 3 of 3)

As previously reported (click here), we have had an abundance of wild grass deliveries this spring & summer.  This is thanks to kind follower rosebudgie & her sharing sausages.

Sadly, at the beginning of July, Marshall left the embrace of his family: brother Ian & his devoted carer, rosebudgie.  With enormous strength of character, Ian carried on sending wild grass.  Seeing only the name ‘Ian’, for the sender, was a poignant moment.

 

Since then, however, a fellow budgie has been drafted in to help him, & follower rosebudgie, with their sadness.  Eric has given them comfort & cheer & has been gracious enough to help Ian send more wild grass:

 

It is astonishing that through all their recent trauma, follower rosebudgie & Ian have continued to think about others & to share their bountiful wild grass.  We thank them unreservedly.

You can see here how much Bezukhov, Dalai, Perry & Lennie enjoy the grass:

 

This post is dedicated to Marshall.

 

 

Remembering Raspy on her birthday

Happy birthday my beautiful girl.

Here is a video from 7 years ago, of Raspy & her sister Atilla.

 

Always in our thoughts.

xxx

 

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Remembering Atilla on her birthday

Happy birthday my beautiful girl.

Here is a video from 7 years ago, of Atilla & her sister Raspy.

Always in our thoughts.

xxx

 

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Goodbye Manor….

For various reasons, I decided it was time to replace the Manor (Montana San Remo).  I had considered replacing it like-for-like but in the end, with great regret, thought it best to let it go completely.

Atilla & Raspy on the Manor door

The Manor is tied up with so many memories.  First & foremost, it makes me think of Atilla & Raspy because they were its first occupants.  The sisters were happy there.  They certainly claimed it for their own & micro-supervised any changes to the layout.  Cleaning of their domain was also scrupulously observed, to the point where they would, dare I say, hinder progress!

After having the Manor all to themselves for over a year, Atilla & Raspy graciously allowed two toyboys to share. In a sense, these were the golden years – two happy couples (Atilla/Cagney & Raspy/Bezukhov); two loyal sisters (Atilla & Raspy); two great buddies (Cagney & Bezukhov).

Of course nothing stays the same.  The Manor was witness to our first tragic event – the loss of Raspy.  Not too long after, the Manor was rearranged to accommodate an increasingly ailing Atilla.  Being the leader, the Manor was very much her territory & I feel she would have defended it, & its occupants, to the end.  When it sadly came, the end was peaceful, but the Manor lost another legend.

Cagney & Bezukhov continued on in the Manor, leaderless.  In fact, the Manor never saw another leader.  We were, of course, joined by the adorably, irascible Phineas.  Famously, Phineas never slept overnight in the Manor because the toyboys did not want to share their bedtime with him, so Phinny had his own sleeping quarters.  When Thomas joined us, he moved in with Phineas, rather than with the toyboys in the Manor.

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So, despite the changes to the flock, Cagney & Bezukhov retained sole residency of the Manor.  Time marches on though & changes continued.  The next significant change, in terms of the Manor, was the loss of Cagney.  Despite living in the Manor for 5 years, Bezukhov, without his best buddy, was uncomfortable sleeping there alone.  There was a trial run of Phineas joining Bezukhov in the Manor at bedtime but it just did not work.  Bezukhov was left with no alternative – he moved into the Ferplast with Phineas.

Bezukhov & Phineas did temporarily return to the Manor when the Ferplast was replaced with the scary new Silver Villa, but once the Silver Villa was accepted, the Manor was abandoned once again & reverted to being a daytime play area only.

The Golden Age of the Manor was over.

It is with regret I let the Manor go, but I thank it unreservedly for all the pleasure & comfort it has given.  Though it is no longer here, memories of the Manor will never fade.

Goodbye Manor.

 

 

Remembering Thomas on his adoption day

Thomas came into our home on this day, 3 years ago.  He was very handsome & loved by all.  Here he is, having a chat with the perch:

 

Always in our thoughts.

♥♥♥

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