I share my home with five parots: Linus, an umbrella cockatoo – Theo, a goffins cockatoo – Libby, a quaker – and Tinky and DeeDee, my cockateils. Since they will be frequently mentioned in this blog, I think proper introductions are in order.
Linus

Linus is a good boy. Of course the term good is relevant because we are talking about an umbrella cockatoo. He is willful and manipulative. He won’t stay perched for any incriment of time that is currently measurable. He has an attention span that makes the word “NO!” pointless, and the memory of an elephant – he will never let go of the time I carelessly closed his toes in the cage door. And then there’s that plaster cracking scream…he’s a pretty typical cockatoo. Just when I start to wonder about my sanity, he will bury his head under my neck and fall fast asleep. There is NOTHING like the snuggles you get from a cockatoo.
I can’t account for a great deal of his life. What I do know is that he was wild-caught. Since the importation ban in 1992, no wild birds were allow to enter the U.S., making him at least 17 years old. Putting on my detective hat, I investigated the etched numbers on his quarantine band and learned that he arrived in the U.S. through an importation station in California. After that, the trail is lost until he was found in a shelter by his previous owners, the Womachs. It’s gut wrenching for me to think about the likelihood that he was passed around from home to home before he was placed in a shelter, but if the Womach’s hadn’t found him I believe his future would’ve been bleak.
Linus lived with the Womachs and their varied flock. As well as being a bird trainer, Dave is an illusionist. His act, which is booked on cruise ships and around the world, is highly acclaimed and includes his birds. Linus was part of this exciting life and loved performing. He is a cockatoo, after all, and needs an audience to continually remind him of how wonderful he is. Once, when being shipped to port, he was lost by an airline for nearly two days. This resulted in an illness and, ultimately, a change in him that would bring about his move to Austin to come to live with me.
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