Before I forget to mention it… If you have one or more quaker or monk parrots or parakeets (Myiopsitta monachus) and would like someone to look after them so that you can go on a vacation or take a weekend off, I’ve love to! If you are wrestling with some behavioural or other issues, I’ve love to help with that too.
Other than that I may ask you to pay for my transport costs or some other expenses that I may occur (in consultation!), I do not charge for the service. My own birds have taught me a lot and I love to be able to pay their knowledge and love forward. I’m happy to do the same with other hookbills and sometimes other birds too, but I know more about quaker parrots.
Okay, now that’s out of the way.
Although I’ve spent most of my adult life in Amsterdam, I grew up looking after and interacting with a wide range of animals (cats, dogs, horses, calves, pigs, a guinea pig, stick insects and more), and often roaming the beautiful moors, the somewhat mystifying swamps and various types of dark woods behind our house (“Brunssumerheide“) for hours. With my dog Robbie.
Sadly, it is now “that place where the body of Nicky Verstappen was discovered”.
We had a 65-meter-long garden adjoining a soccer field and beyond that, it was all moors and woods, even though it was not at all a rural location and the other side, across the busy road, was built environment. (Not an area I would want to return to, by the way.) There were several farms among our relatives’ homes, and I was notably familiar with the one where my grandmother and some of my mother’s siblings were living.
In those days, I didn’t know a thing about birds yet. I did build all sorts of, well, tiny houses, in our garden in which I kept a stash of Jan Hagel cookies (roasted-peanut-sprinkled cookies – the best) and books. I also used to build huts from large ferns and the like. I often used something that I didn’t realise actually was a prehistoric tool; I joked about it, but I now know that it worked so well that it must have been. It was in those days when I found my first fossil. In our garden.
I rode horses for a while in my teens. First, next-door as the neighbours and their relatives a few houses away along the same road had horses. Next, at Stal Heihof van Abdissenbosch, run by Chris and Jeannette Haazen at the time. (You can see Chris and Jeannette in the three videos below. Ever seen a horse dance? If not, then you really gotta watch the first video.)
In Britain, riding horses is for the elite, but not in my home country. I used to save up for lessons so that I could have more lessons during school holidays. I rode my bicycle to the stables, one hour each way. One lesson cost me what was about the equivalent of 2 to 3 pounds in those days.
My favourite was called “Devil”. Does not quite have the same ring in Dutch, but yes, he was a stubborn little rascal. I think he even pulled me into the water once, on an outdoor ride. There was also one called Duebe. That was an armchair ride. Quite nice every once in a while. Joel also was a character. Tested you. Would unexpectedly come to a halt in a corner, refuse to budge and then wait to see how you responded to that. The one that always bucked was Lyndon, which meant you had to take the end of the line if you rode Lyndon.
I got to the point of jumping, but then I graduated from secondary school and moved away.
(In this third video, you see the same horse – Nartan – as in the wonderful first video of these three. It shows you a bit of the relationship between Jeannette and Nartan.)
Dogs tend to like me. Sometimes, dogs (strangers!) come running when they see me, tail wagging. For a quick hello. It’s even happened, on Castle Field in Southsea, that a dog spontaneously came running, threw itself at my feet and rolled onto its back. Particularly larger dogs seem to trust me and consider me reliable. I generally prefer somewhat larger dogs, and they undoubtedly know that.
When I grew up, we had a Dutch Shepherd called Hector. Hector was 6 months older than I was. After Hector passed away, at age 10 or 11, we briefly had two different dogs who weren’t suitable, as my dad needed a guard dog for his business. (The dog wasn’t in the house, but had its own little building with one wire-fenced side, with an insulated wooden dog house in it, of which the opening was toward a wall of the building so that the wind didn’t blow into the dog house.)
One of these dogs went back to the original owner, who had sold the dog (Champar) to someone else who sold the dog on to my dad (and told us that the dog’s name was Kaspar, so we called him Kashi), but then regretted it and tracked his dog down. My dad had been told that a greyhound made a good guard dog when he bought this dog, and that still makes me chuckle.
The other one – Waldi – went back to the shelter, a long-haired smallish black-and-white dog who loved to roll around in mud and filth, but wasn’t exactly a guard dog either. (She sure was very messy. I was the dog person so I got to clean up the mess and the dog.) Then we got Robbie, also from the shelter, who in retrospect probably was a Staffie mix. Black and white. A Staffie/Lab mix is my guess, after all these years.
I like animals so I also enjoy looking after other people’s pets (and homes). While I was living in Florida, I did that for various people and animals there. And a few years ago, I had the pleasure of looking after a sensitive older rescue Staffie in my home for about a month.
I’ve also gone fox-watching a few times. (Britain has many urban foxes. Also an increasing urban deer population, but not here where I live.)
I have also had three rescue cats who emigrated with me three times (twice with my first two cats and once with my third cat).
My cats’ vet in Amsterdam was Dr Geerling. I still haven’t gotten over the fact that he passed away a while back.
My learning about birds began in Florida. Up to that point, I knew next to nothing about birds. I got into sea bird rehabilitation with the wonderful and globally well-respected bird champion and oil spill contingency planner Lee Fox.
Freshly arrived from Amsterdam, I decided that volunteering might be a great way to grow roots in the local community so I started calling around for volunteering opportunities. Lee’s facility PSRC was the first to call me back.
Since then, I have had two feral (wild) quaker parrots (Myiopsitta monachus) and emigrated with them twice.
Quaker parrots are the world’s only nest-building parrot species. They create large condo communities, with each condo have separate areas for separate activities. (If you keep them in a cage, they mimic this, by seasonally hanging out in other areas of the cage, if the cage is large enough.) They also host and look out for other creatures.
I fed them Harrison’s adult lifetime fine as soon as I found out about it and tracked them down. (I think an avian vet in the Netherlands told me). Their plumage improved remarkably after I did that. And lots of veggies, and fruits, and a Belgian pellet brand (Nutribird P15 by Versele-Laga) as treats. Keep in mind that when I adopted my birds, there wasn’t much of an internet yet and all I could find was a book about budgies…
I later also started using avian lighting. Birds that are kept inside don’t get the UV they need to make vitamin D. Dosing the avian lighting properly can be tricky; one of my birds went a little bit crazy, as amount of sunlight also is a cue for their hormones and their seasonal territoriality. I housed them together in one cage, which was huge (and usually open). They could be a handful at times, as quakers can be highly territorial, certainly if you have two of them in one cage.
(When Sioux was getting older, she indicated that she wanted safflower seeds at some point and as I knew that she was a very wise bird, I listened. She benefited big time from them. They are high in magnesium, but also in certain oils. Safflower seeds are not good for all bird species. Different bird species can have very different requirements. I am not aware of any bird food formulas for geriatric birds.)
I have many more photos of my birds, and a few low-resolution videos.
If you need a tip on how to make a collar out of a salad container top, let me know. (I came home from work one day to a toe injury and blood spatter in the cage. No idea what happened. Nothing serious, but the bird – Sioux – kept picking at it so a collar was necessary. She did well with it. The other bird – Mohawk – did not at all, and I had to keep that one on my shoulder for a few days, some years later, to stop her from scratching her head.)
For a while, I also had a spunky half-tame cockatiel (Nymphicus hollandicus) who I liked very much, but turned out to be much happier in a large aviary with lots of other cockatiels than in my home. After my last quaker passed away, this cockatiel clearly felt lonely and I had to make a quick decision, to either let the bird become bonded to me and delight me with his silky early-morning chatter or to do what I thought would make the bird happier.
By the way, on YouTube, I often see bird owners stroke their birds as if the bird were a cat or dog, but it is my understanding that stroking the back of a bird tends to have a sexual meaning for the bird. If you want to be friends with a bird who knows you well, stroke the bird under one of the wings. Gently insert your finger from the front, but observe how the bird responds. Don’t force it.
The first time I did that to Mohawk, she turned right around and did the same thing to Sioux!
Gently stroking a bird’s bill tends to be calming to a bird. Soothing. Nice. Sweet. It’s what I did with a blind pelican, for example, who often would only eat if I was the one who fed him. (Whole fishes, donated by local fishermen.)
Birds have similar reserves about being touched in certain places as humans, by the way.
I used to have my own version of a bird ICU, which cost me around £250 (four components: glass case, heat, nebulizer and humidifier; the latter can work wonders for sub/tropical bird species) whereas “real” ones go for $1200 and more. I gave three of those components away at some point. I still have the heating pad, which is good.
But every time I ran into a bird in distress again, I so regretted not having the main IC unit, as the large cage I have for recovering birds who can fly (again) is not great for dealing with a bird in an emergency. So I started looking for the right components again. You need to have the right click, in terms of dimensions, to make all components work together. But in the meantime, just having a small glass enclosure again is wonderful so when I ran into what looked like a terrarium for 5 bucks, I snapped it up. Very often, it is enough to allow a bird to recover. It helps the bird preserve energy and I find that it also makes it much easier to handle the bird. I can swiftly reach in and pluck the bird out, and return it again, with minimal stress.
In recent years, I have rehabbed a few pigeons (Columba livia); see below. Pigeons are highly intelligent and gentle creatures that I had essentially ignored for decades, embarrassingly.
One stayed with me for six months and taught me a lot. She had an infection, and it had lodged itself in her sinuses, from where she became reinfected, so it was important to treat her (Harkers). I am very grateful for the experience.
(Unfortunately, one or more anonymous people around me got into my flat at some point by shimmying the locks and got to her, to spite and threaten me. She was not hurt so there was nothing I could do about it other than continue to let her heal.)
I have also on occasion grabbed a highly inquisitive pigeon who had ventured into a store, in Portsmouth and in Amsterdam. I kept one of them overnight, to make sure the bird was okay. (Yes.)
I clean and disinfect with F10, a high-end veterinary product.
As you can see, the above bird was feeling pretty damn miserable back then. She turned out to be very wise, smart, persistent (setting goals for herself, to entertain herself, which was a big eye opener for me) and highly inquisitive. She stayed with me for six months, through the winter. She left with a fresh set of feathers and a heck of a lot more energy. I’ll say! She really stunned me when I released her. She instantly shot up incredibly high, did three circles to find her bearings, then headed home, half a mile north. She was looking very different by then. She briefly reconnected with me, right after I released her. I have also seen seen her again later, once or twice.
Below is a photo of that same bird, taken much later. Her coloring is not remarkable; she looks like most other pigeons out there. Pigeons recognize individual human faces, but we humans have a heck of a lot of trouble recognizing their “faces”.
My third rehab pigeon had been attacked. I initially assumed that it had been a raptor attack or something, but later started suspecting – for several reasons; I’ll spare you the details – that one or more anonymous people around me were behind it, again.
(Her first mate had been killed too, and decapitated, left for me to find, with the message “You needed a kick, a really big kick” – which held no relevance for me and I must conclude that it meant “we hate you and/or we hate wildlife” – and the bird who stayed with me for six months was actually also gotten to, IN MY FLAT, at some point as local people sometimes pick the locks to my flat when I am out. It happened after I got a message on Twitter, asking me how my dog was getting along with it or whether the bird would be safe in the presence of my dog or something like that. I don’t have a dog and I had no idea what to make of it.) (20 July 2019: I have meanwhile established that the same rotary cutting tool was used to cut into the second and third live bird, and I must assume that it was also used on the first bird.)
Anyway, the poor thing was in pain, in shock/stunned, and in need of healing, but still fully functional. Below, you see her “good” side. The other side looked considerably less good and needed to heal. She first needed rest, and safety. She actually sought me out, after the attack, for help and safety.
Pigeon who had been attacked, likely by a
raptor human/drone. This photo shows her uninjured side.
But you can’t save them all. The next pigeon I tried to save was a young wood pigeon, but this one died in my hands before I could do anything. It looked like it had flown into the window of a Debenhams store and had suffered too much brain damage as a result. The bird was limp, and overheated. I’ve seen another pigeon, an adult, bang into a window at that same store, so these particular windows may be tricky for pigeons for some reason. A soft and fluffy little thing, this bird, quite pretty. Even the toenails were really beautiful. Shiny, as if lacquered. It was still that young.
One thing I have learned, to my shock, is that it makes a tremendous difference to their appearance – their health – when you feed pigeons proper pigeon food. We humans produce and drop bits of really gross “junk food” and city pigeons rely on that to a large degree.
If you provide them with fresh water (always rinse the container and let it dry well), you also help protect them against diseases transmitted via the water that they drink (such as canker, also called Trichomoniasis, which is an infection with a protozoan that affects certain bird species; humans don’t get it).
There is still a lot of education to be done with regard to city pigeons, creatures that we once took from their subtropical seacliffs and spread all around the world, with the exception of Antarctica.
You can also use the topic to unite people and create bonds across cultures. One day, I hope to do something with that. I would like to see dedicated roosting structures in towns and cities that experience unwanted pigeon pressure in some locations, to draw the pigeons away from those locations where they’re not wanted. Every once in a while, there will be a pedestrian shopping street of office building that gets upset over pigeons. Pigeons are so intelligent that you can really work with them.
I have contacted Lidl about this and about some other ideas that I have.
I also like the idea of having one or more mobile rescue units. I have identified a location in Portsmouth that is suitable for this purpose and have spoken about it with one of the local city councillors. As long as I can get the funding off the ground, it is doable. I want the units mobile so that the initial costs can be low and the assets can be sold off easily, if needed (for example, if the city-owned ground were to get sold).
After I used vibrant red henna on my grey hair in November 2018, one of the local pigeons who knows me well threw me a long inquisitive look, trying to figure out whether the red hair had any special significance.
I’ve seen it before, with my own hookbills.
Yes, birds are able to see colours, though what exactly they see also depends on the species. Most birds, in fact, see more colours than humans as birds see light in a broader wavelength range than humans do. Birds, however, need a lot more light (stronger light) to be able to see colours. In other words, their dawn is later than ours and their twilight is earlier.
Also, pigeons recognize individual humans’ faces. Bird’s brains developed very differently than human brains, and started developing much longer ago, so are much more advanced than human brains in many ways.