Thank you! Please don't worry about him being single. Several times I had just one, or just one in quarantine, and they don't seem to mind it much at all. They're darling birds but they're not the crunchiest cookie in the batch. I think the whole flock thing is so attractive to them because they're so suspicious and like to be surrounded by other equally wary creatures. As long as they have good food and a warm place, they always seemed perfectly content alone until they went out with the other birds. So I'm sure your guy is just fine for a bit, don't worry about him being unhappy.MaryJane, thank you for your post.
One of my buddies from StarlingTalk is going to send me some Sevin Dust. I thought I had gotten rid of the mites, but one ran across my hand when I picked him up this morning. There are certainly less, but I have a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to bird mites.
I would dearly like to find a home for him that has other partridges. The fact that he's alone makes me sad; I can't imagine how lonely he must be.
So far, nobody has indicated that they can give him a forever home.
Rosemary! Who knew?! I don't have any, but that's easy enough to get.
BTW, I enjoyed looking at the pigeons, dove and dogs in your photo album.
ROFL!! They do have that evil eye. And I seem to remember them being very quiet unless they're around other chukars. Then they kind of egg each other on to see who can sound more suspicious. I do miss having those crazy birds.Thank you for your feedback on him being alone, MaryJane. That makes me feel better. Of course, we have seven other birds (budgie, five cockatiels and a starling), so I suspect that their chatter and whistles gives him some sense of being in a flock.
Very odd that he hasn't made a peep since he's been here. DH hasn't heard one, either. It's like he's entirely mute.
Did any of your partridges like to be handled?
Shi, if we didn't live in a NYC apartment, I'd consider keeping him. He's really no trouble. (Or, he won't be once the mites are gone.) But he doesn't have any space. He's still in the little dog crate that we use to take the birds to the vet. Being a ground-dwelling bird, he really needs a cage that's more horizontal than vertical.
And, despite the fact that I feel better than I did about him being alone, I would dearly love for him to go to a home with other partridges, if possible.
He's a funny little guy. He turns around and walks over to us when we talk to him. He cocks his head so one of his little evil eyes is looking straight up at us. I swear he's thinking, "If I were an eagle, you'd be dead."