I have a budgie - now what?

While I was walking to work yesterday, a budgie landed about a metre away from me. Pretty, a nice green and yellow with a dark blue tail.
I stopped and it started feeding in the grass.
That’s unusual. They’re not native, there are no wild introduced populations in the area. In a neighbourhood lush with cats, tame birds don’t tend to last long enough to breed.
It’s a bit thick of any bird to land so close to people.

Just for the hell of it, I went to pick it up. It flew away of course, but only another metre. So I tried again, and again, and … I caught it.

Whee! So, now I have a budgie with its beak in a death grip on my thumb. I carry on and get to work, shuffling about one handed while I unlock, clear the alarm, turn on the computers, make coffee (priorities!) and ponder the old saying about a bird in the hand.

I put it in a box and give it a soy and linseed cracker (the nearest we have to birdseed - why were we not more prepared?)
It settles into the box, quite happily munching on the cracker and making no attempt to leave. I decide it’s a bit like the baby pigeons that periodically tumble out of the palm trees outside my house. All they need is a bit of food and quiet before they’re instantly tame. I pass them along to the local pigeon racing club and they hand them to new members as ‘classics’.

Tame. Hah.

Just before my workmates arrive, I tape the box mostly closed so the noise and bustle won’t upset the bird too much. This was a mistake. It awakens the bird’s latent Houdini complex and I spend the morning chasing it around the office and showroom as it repeatedly finds ways to wriggle and wrangle out. The last time, I catch the little bugger mid-air as he attempts a barrel-roll off the filing cabinet.

I tape that box good and leave a teeny tiny little air hole, which is permanently occupied by a teeny tiny little eye watching my every move.

I go round to my parents place at lunch time so they can keep the budgie safe while I get sorted. They have a bird cage! It’s tiny and got silk pansies in it, but it is most definitely a birdcage. We put the bird in (yes, we took the pansies out first) and give him a bit of apple, which he tries to mate with.

Mum and I keep quoting the Parrot sketch from Monty Python.

Realising that he *is *part of the parrot family and will eat his way out of the bamboo cage as soon as he’s satisfied the apple, I go online and source a used wire cage locally. Collecting that and my kid, we go back to Mum and Dad’s to find Dad has added a perch to the tiny bamboo cage. The budgie is sitting on it, which means he’s butting his head against the roof of the cage, but at least he’s stopped standing on his own tail.

In the bigger cage, he stands by the empty feeder and glares at me. We carefully take him home where I have birdseed for the outdoor birds that also rely on my generosity (suckerness). The budgie gets head down into the feeder and tries to inhale the seed. My daughter watches, fascinated, as he eats more than his own bodyweight in under three minutes.

She insists that we go to the store and get proper budgie seed and a cuttlefish and millet sprays. I explain that we’re checking the papers and lost pet websites and that the budgie will most likely be going home to its owners in the morning. But I am at the checkout while I’m explaining this. In a day I have spent $50 on a bird that could die of shock or be reclaimed.

Today at the Vet/Petshop, the lady at the counter says that most owners don’t bother trying to get budgies back- she hasn’t bothered with hers (blue). The mirror and bell and grit were quite cheap too. The kid came home from school reporting that three kids in her class have lost budgies (grey, yellow and white/blue)

Nothing in the papers, nothing on the net, nothing through the local pound.

I’ve called him Brian.

That you managed to catch it outdoors means one (or possible both) of two things - it’s tame to some extent and/or it’s exhausted or ill.

Putting it in a proper cage is good - with plenty of easily accessible water and food (millet spray is often best because it’s easy for the bird to eat and digest) - try not to startle or alarm it until it settles down - which might take a day or so.

It would be good to make some sort of effort to trace the owner, although it will probably be fruitless - if my budgie escaped, I’d be quite upset and would want him back.

A few questions:

-Are you sure it’s a male - the cere (nostril skin) is blue in males, pinkish in females and in young birds of either sex, it’s usually pale pinky-white.

-How tame is the bird? - when he’s settled into his cage properly (give it 24 hours at least), try putting your face near the cage (talking softly also helps) - does the bird approach you?
-If so, try carefully opening the cage and putting your hand inside (if the bird panics and flaps, stop the experiment immediately) - will it let you put your index finger (held horizontally) against its chest? - will it step up onto your finger?

-How old is the bird? - difficult to assess properly, but older budgies usually have:
-a cere that is bright blue or dark pink
-long tail feathers
-well developed circular bib spots on the feathers at the front of the neck
-stripes across the top of the head that don’t extend all the way to the cere

Just keep up with apples, it is the only way to protect your unsullied purity. Congrats, your house has been successfully colonized by a parrot overlord. You got one of the bossy ones

Congrats! Post pics if you can…I’d love to see him.

I miss having budgies.

My last one flew away when I was… 12 or 13 I guess, he flew out the door (we’d let him and the other when we had them fly around the house sometimes) and we never found him. :frowning: He was fairly old, and it was a cold night (we’d had him since I was a kid… I called him Skipper… yes after Barbie’s younger sister).

Take good care of Brian. :slight_smile:

I gotmy dear Edgar as he flew in through a garage door at work. After checking with my darling Smanata as to whether I could keep hime, I rushed to the used book store to get some info (I don’t do anything without a book).

One page said I needed to spend three or four hours a day with Edgar.

The next page said I could get him a mate (the British version) and he would be happy.

I have now had happy gay parakeets for six years and am quite fond of them. Congrats!

My roommate has two parakeets, and I’m growing quite fond of them. Except when they shriek.

You should quote the budgie sketch* instead:

*It’s probably the Burying the Cat Sketch, but I feel that Budgies should get their due.

I have a little budgie
He is my very pal
I take him walks in Britain
I hope I always shall

He’s on a diet now you know
From eating ear too much
They say if he gets fatter
He’ll have to wear a crutch.

It would be funny wouldn’t it
A budgie on a stick
Imagine all the people
Laughing til they’re sick.

  • John Lennon

How cute! I can never manage to keep pet birds alive for longer than a year. Better luck with yours.

I had that poem memorised years ago! That, and

“I sat belonely down a tree
humble fat and small,
a little lady sing to me,
I couldn’t see at all etc!”

The parrot sketch was for the fact that Brian kept Muscling up to them bars…
and had already gone voom, several times.

Though the 'burying the cat sketch makes me think of Fry and Laurie’s ‘Mr Burmie’ sketch, and thats always a good thing.

We’ve notified all the local places who’d be likely to hear of a mourning owner - but it is the kind of neighbourhood where putting a notice up ourselves will attract unwanted attention. “Suckers live here” is the common interpretation of pet found notices.
He’s definitely male (blue cere), he approaches whenever there is someone close to the cage, but is still wary of me (mad bitch queen, snatch him out of the air meanie that I am). My kid can pet him inside the cage and he seems okay with that.

Thanks for the advice. He’s got good seed, clean water and greenery.

More apples in the shopping today. I like to keep my pets happy.

I welcome my new avian overlord.