A morning feast for a lucky budgie

Monty was the only one brave enough to sit on my hand and eat a sprig of millet this morning, he's been singing about it ever since. He has puffed himself up and is telling the other three that this is why he's the boss of the house, because he's brave and worthy of human attention. Probably telling them that he has the small human with the glasses thoroughly trained and that she will hold out her arm with millet whenever he feels like some.

Not sure what his signal to me is - it's probably subliminal, Monty would definitely use the power of the budgie mind to out-wit me :)

They have their egg and grated broccoli mix this morning, later on I'll replace it with babycorn, carrot, basil and perhaps some more broccoli.

Me, trained - NEVER! :D

Here are some pics of Monty enjoying his tucker.

Don’t miss the Budgie Olympics

Apparently there is going to be a little bit of sport in 2012 going on in a park somewhere in East London, that’s what I overheard on a train once anyway so it might not be true.

Forget all that though, this is infinitely better – the budgie Olympics!

Today Jerry has been competing rather fiercely (with himself) at the wonderful event of Key Throwing. This sport entails grabbing a key with his beak and seeing how far he can fling or fly and drop it across the room. Jerry has managed 2.70 Metres as a Personal Best (yes we actually got the tape measure out) and the way he is training I am expecting him to break the sacred 3 Metre mark tomorrow and I also hope to catch him in action – immortalised in film – or at least Pixels.

 

Jerry contemplating an Olympic Gold

 

Other events have have been trained for today are:

 

Roswell in the “How long can you stay upside-down?” event

 

Monty trying to steal the limelight from Roswell as he practices for the upside-down event

 

 

Jerry “Beating up the ball”

 

Monty practicing for “Throw the Lollystick”

 

The “Stare at the wheely bird” competition training is being taken very seriously by Monty and Snowy.

Trained by my budgies

Yesterday a HUGE crow landed on the balcony, scared Roswell and Jerry a bit.

King Monty bounded straight over to the window and onto the handle to watch and see if it came back, he wanted to take it on, even though it was 10 times his size.

I love my little attack budgie he can be so gentle when he takes millet from me and yet he's a vicious little bugger too, scared of no one or no thing, such a personality.

Please Miss can I have some more?

Roswell has decided he needs to let me know when to vacuum the seed husks off as I am apparently not doing it fast enough. He's started banging the seed trays by lifting them with his beak, I have to come over to make sure he doesn't tip them over and everytime I have checked they have needed vacuuming.

So I am being trained it seems.