Jodie

Sorry the photo's were bad I took them at night and my bedroom distorts photo's. So is he just a lighter blue because he's young?

Terrence did not here the footsteps. I havent finished the story either but I just want to know if there is any point in finishing it.

It is purple

My budgie Olimar has a strange but sort of funny foot fetish. He is mezmorised by feet he is forever cleaning his feet and if my tame budgie Oushi is out flying and lands on Olimar's cage he'll start licking Oushi's feet and Oushi get quite offended by it, and moves his foot but Oli will follow it and continue to lick Oushi's feet. Oli has always been like this with feet when he was in the nest and fledging he played with his siblings and mothers feet. He even sometimes lifted there feet off the perch and held it in his mouth untill whom evers foot he picked up pulls away. He also if you wiggle your toes on the floor he'll climb lower down in his cage and stare at your feet.

He's had his first moult and he's not a peid, dark eyed or ino. He's a normal green cock.

I have a ten month old cock who has been through two moults and he still has not got his mature blue cere. All his sibling have, he is the youngest but there is only 6 days between him and the oldest. His sibling are all female. Do female's mature quicker?

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I'm going to send it up bit by bit so it's smaller blocks instead of huge blocks of writing and it's easyier on the reader. If you'de like more just say the word.

My 2 month old budgie Olimar is just the same he goes crazy when you cover him up. He's goes to sleep a 9pm I cover him over at about half eight and it takes him half an hour to get to sleep. I know if budgie's don't get sleep they get moody and sometimes agressive. Is him tame?

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Continued... Mary's immediate reaction to the situation was to pick up the infant but her were legs frozen in fear, she screamed out to her husband. Terrence was kneeling examining the tire track when he recognised his wife's voice calling out to him. He panicked and instantly ran quickly towards the bus shelter. He took a worried step into the shelter, inside he found his wife leaning over a damp cardboard box. Terrece was confused. "Mary are you hurt?You sounded frightened" he said placing his hand gently on his wife's shoulder. Mary turned to her husband, she opened her mouth but no words came out! "Mary stop it! Your being stupid!" Terrence yelled snapping Mary out of her gaze. "Terrence look?" Mary asked, Terrence lent over his wife and peered into the cardboard box "It's a baby, what about it?" Terrence rudely said "Terrence!" Mary shouted "He needs us, I'm taking him whether you like it or not!" Mary blared. Mary bent down towering over the box; she reached out for the infant supporting his head with one hand, supporting his body with the other. Cradling him with her left hand and with her right she picked up the fleece blanket and wrapped the freezing infant within. Holding him close to her chest she walked out the bus shelter leaving Terrence behind. "Mary!" Terrence yelled but Mary did not listen and carried on walking. Leaving Terrence behind Mary walked at a normal pace cradling the infant untill the sound of padded footsteps alarmed her, forcing her to a halt. Looking over her shouler she saw nothing. But standing a meare two metres behind her was a three foot, thick silver hairedlynx-like creature. Moments after the footsteps acured they dissapeared as did the lynx. She soon spotted Terrence catching up to her carring the cardboard box the infant was found in. Feel free to change/correct

She's sweet. I'm sorry for your loss he sounded like a great charecter

The golden writing that says "Pheobe"

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Continued.... She began frantically searching for the face behind that helpless cry. Mary screamed and called for help. No one came, she was alone, Rummaging around the car her heart stopped for a second, she paused for a moment as the crying stopped. At that moment everything was silent. Her heart drowned in sorrow at the thought she failed to save a helpless being. That was untill the baby began to cry again suddenly it hit Mary, she turned and realised the cry came from the bus shelter! She took a shaky step into the darkened bus shelter dimly lit by a flickering streetlight, at that moment Mary entered the bus shelter the light stopped flickering. Completely lighting the bus shelter. In the corner lay a cold, damp brown cardboard box partly covered by a yellow fleeced blanket behind the box a shadowed cat-like creature ponced out, dashing past Mary leaving behind a trail of metalic strands of fur. That floated gently through the air past Mary's face. Her face glowed with joy as the box trembled slightly. But it was not completly over yet as Mary hesitantly reached out for the fleece blanket. As she pulled the blanket away fear overwhelmed he rfor what she might find. That was untill she saw the tiny helpless child, he lay curled in a ball desperatly trying to keep warm, his naturally pale skin frozen to the touch, his lilac hair feathery and light. In the box next to him lay a panda plush toy with many stitches and an evolope sealed with wax, the child lay naked desperatly trying to regain body heat, his tiny body freezing being just hours old.

Welcome to the forum!!!

Your favourate boy, is gourgess that blue on the back of his neck is....wow!

Thank you, what you have corrected/changed makes it more convincing and easier to understand. Does anyone have an idea of what happened???

You can be as harsh as you like I don't mind, harsh is good. Okay here goes.... It's called the Demon kid In the small rural town of cobble field on a long narrow strip of road surrounded by tall leafless tree's, the branches hollowed from the icy cold wind. The road dimly lit by a flickering streetlight, the light would flick, flick, flick then completely turn off then flick, flick, flick back on again. Here stood a bus shelter it was grey white, the color washed away by the rough weather. The lonley bus shelter stood surrounded by dieing trees. Walking down the gloomy sidewalk Mary and Terrence saw an outline of a wrecked car. Mary inhailed preparing herself for what might come. Terrence stood at the top of the road looking at a deep tire track in the grass. Pacing her footsteps slowly Mary's fear began to overwhelm her. Sweat ran down her face as she came to the car wreck, seeing a small black car with it's front crushed, window's smashed and a door the appeared to have been pulled off. Then an echoing cry of a baby startled Mary as she walked down closer to the bus shelter an eerie felling past through her chest chilling her completly...... Okay it's a teaser if you'de like more I'll put more up(Also would someone say if it okay for me to put this up here) I just want to finally show someone my story

That is just damn right wrong, those men are complitely sick in the head!!! That poor budgie and not to forget the woman who has just lost her very dear friend.

Okay I'll look for that, he's not old he's about 2 years old. But he's grumpy when he's molting and always grumpy at night.

My usally tame budgie Bailey has become agressive towards my younger sister when I'm holding him he'll launch and bite her hard enough for it to hurt. He refuses to sit on her hand and only on mine. My other male is the same minus the agression. Well he's going through a molt but he has quite bad molts, he loses ALOT of feathers and becomes rather grumpy.But right now all my sister has to do is move or make her clothes russle and he make "The grumpy budgie noise" that sounds sort of like a dolphin. I've also noticed when he molts his flight feathers fall out while he flys, any other time of the month out of molting he fly's incredibly fast and no feathers fall out.

My boy Ollie trys to take hooked toys to the other side of the cage with him, so I put in toys he can un hook himself. He's very good at that and he looks so proud of himself after.

She must adore you, She looks incredibly tame