Thousands of birds die in sweltering heat

Warning: Grafic pictures!      

 Populations of budgerigars, crimson chat, cockatiel, and zebra finch have exploded throughout the lower Murchison, about 3 hours northeast of Geraldton, after unseasonably high winter and spring rainfall sparked a breeding frenzy.THOUSANDS of birds have dropped dead at the Overlander Roadhouse, 200km south of Carnarvon, apparently perishing from extreme heat and lack of water.

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Don’t release the tiny exotic budgie, your compassion can kill it

BudgerigarNew Delhi Wildlife SOS ‘rescues’ budgerigars released by Delhiites, says these Australian birds can’t survive here and become crow feed.

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Exotic birds fall prey to foreclosure crisis

Cockatiel (Nymphicus hollandicus) Photo: City parrots

Real estate agent Jeffrey Dolfinger was making a routine occupancy check on a foreclosed home near Poughkeepsie, New York, when he made a heart-wrenching discovery: two bedraggled cockatiels nearly starved to death.

"We had entered into this wreck of a house, opened the door, where there sat two cockatiels with about a six-inch-high pile of bird feces under them," Dolfinger said. "I'm not a bird person, but I knew a bird is not supposed to look this way."

Despite terrible bird allergies, Dolfinger gathered them up and brought them to a pet store specializing in birds. A woman at the store nursed them back to health.

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Free-range Parrots - a meeting with John Strutt in Cumbria

Scarlet macaw hanging around in the gutter.I'd first heard of John Strutt in 1999 via an Internet Forum - For the Love of Greys. I was seeking advice on free flying my baby CAG hen but the subscribers advised me to clip Artha 'for her own safety.' In one message I was told that someone in UK free flies a flock of greys. The writer doubted whether it was possible. Fifteen months later, I had tracked John down via The Parrot Society and he had invited me to Cumbria to see for myself.

So in June, we were driving from the railway station down blossom-edged lanes through the nearest village. Four blue and gold macaws swept past our car going in the same direction. It was like something out of Alice in Wonderland.
'Some of ours going home,' said John. Artha on my shoulder, wearing a harness, might have looked wistful if parrots can show that emotion.

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