Okay, so I promised Susie that I would get it together and scan (get Allan to scan because the scanner is in his office) my baby bird pics.
Loki we had from an egg. He was born in Niagara Falls (Canadian) and taken to the breeder. He was then placed in yogurt containers at the breeders, under special heat lights, until he was old enough to be in a cage.
They are born featherless. Allan made countless jokes, wing sauce, etc. He was already mine, though, and I was in love. Lisa had just started Kindergarten, and I was feeling sad at losing her, so Loki her replacement. Jacqueline was in Grade Two.
I went once or twice a week an hour away to learn how to care for him. I fed him (see pics) etc. The ones with grey fluff, that's how their feathers come in. They come in a thin-like coating that their mate (or in Loki's case, his mommy, me) pick off, and the feather grows. A few times a year he molts, and his feathers fall out. I have a beautiful collection.
That's our dog, Rufus. Sadly, Rufus is no longer with us, but he and Loki were bonded. Loki would tell Rufus to "Sit!" and Rufie would. The reason they were so bonded is that Loki used to climb down from his perch all the time, and go on what we called 'walkabouts.' Allan made the perches out of steel and fixed Loki's so he couldn't slide down (imagine a fireman sliding down his pole, that's what Loki would do.)
Now he doesn't slide down (because he can get into too much trouble) so he's not bonded with the dogs, but he likes them and will lick their faces. The cats don't bother.
I used to take him into the schools for the kids to see, but I haven't in a few years.
Cosmo is our Severe Macaw (the green one). When we got him he was already three months old, so we didn't get the baby stage. He thinks he's the boss of Loki and loves Allan, but me not so much. So Allan sits with Cosmo, and I sit with Loki.
They have their cages in their room but come out all night or during the day as well. And they don't poop all over (gross) but on their stands.
Oh, when they are babies, they can't perch. They are fed from their mother from her mouth to theirs (as most birds I think) and the food goes into their crop (the bulging area that you see in the 4th pic. That's me, learning how to care for my bird from the breeder, so I'll know what to do when I take him home.
The pictures are not in order . . .