I have two cockatiels and a green cheeked conure.
They are all going through a molt at the same time.
This means a small drifts of feathers piling up in the room on a daily basis - at first glance enough for a whole flock of small birds.
When the new feathers grow in they first appear as spikey things with a strong resemblance to aglets (those are the bits on the end of shoelaces). After they grow in the birds unpeel the outer wrapper revealing a bright, new feather. Apparently, the feather-aglets itch.
Itch itch itchy ITCH itch itch!
Little birdy feet blurring into invisibility as the darlings scratch at everything they can reach. Hours-long sessions of unwrapping new feathers with beaks. Sometimes they’ll help each other out, only to eventually tug too hard or pull something out prompting LOUD squawks of outrage and birdy squabbles and wrestling matches resulting in still more loose feathers flying through the air.
They’re grumping about, looking frowsy and ragged. And they’re even hungrier than usual (growing feathers requires energy). And grumpy. Did I mention grumpy? And itchy. They ask the humans to help out, too, although our giant clumsy fingers are just not as adroit as parrot beaks. Of course, then you have aglet-wrappers all over the place on top of the feathers and usual dust-bunnies.
We got a heat lamp for them yesterday. Of course, they don’t sell heat lamps in the bird aisle at the pet store, they sell them in the reptile/amphibian aisle. At first the gal kept asking me “You want a light for your bird?” No, I want a heat lamp. I can not crank the heat in the entire apartment to 85 degrees for their personal comfort so I desire to heat a small area, such as a corner of a cage or an end of a perch.
Sydney, our poor, nervous, bottom-of-pecking-order, high-strung cockatiel who spontaneously dropped about half his feathers after my husband yelled due to getting bit HARD by normally sweet and passive Sydney, is especially appreciative. Since all those feathers are now growing back simultaneously he is even more itchy and aggravated than ever. Poor little guy.
I’ll be glad when the molting season is over. So will they.