Max Gets New Shelving

After reviewing the shelving in Max’s enclosure, I knew that it was time for replacements. I thought rough-sawn wood to give him grip when it got wet. It was too rough and after painting & installing, I had to sand it down just a bit to his liking. Some of the wood that I had initially used was eight years old and had held very well over the years, but it was time to upgrade. I do have some rust issues because of him urinating out the cage thus rusting the wire and that’s next to be fixed. Here are some before and after photos.

Max enjoys a special meal

While we were presenting a program in Stony Creek, Max was given a donation to be put towards some special food he loves. Well, he now has four Cornish Hens thanks to Doreen Ryan of Stony Creek, NY. Of course I will span them out over the next six months. Max received his first hen on February 17. I needed to cut the hen according to his specifications with the wings and legs being removed and then the body split between breast and back. Before I could put his dish in his cage, he grabbed the back and began crunching down on it. Mind you, I could not get close to him until he finished. I sat and filmed him eating his tender morsel. Once he finished I was able to get past him to secure the dish on his shelf.

You can view our video at this link: 

And here’s a photo of him looking over his wonderful special meal.


New Year 2016

Max & I

Max Grass Scootin’

Today, I was inside Max’s cage cleaning and mom went by on the lawn tractor around his enclosure. The cut grass kicked inside and Max went nuts. A good kind of nuts. He smelled the grass cuttings and went wild rubbing his face and then scootin around rubbing his body into the grass. I got a few photos. And you can visit our YouTube Channel “WildlifeBernie” to see the video!

Twitch on the Run

Just a short video of Twitch


A Name is Born

What’s in a name? Naming an animal is sometimes easy and sometimes not. We had a difficult time naming my new hedgehog. We took all the suggestions by you and picked our favorites. Then threw them in a jar & picked one out. The winner was Quillie Nelson Hedgehog UNTIL I was sitting at the table with the little guy and he was eating out of my hand but the least bit of movement sent him into all quills. He twitched this way and then that way and it occurred to me that his name should be Twitch. And so a name was born. Meet Twitch Hedgehog.

Twitch Hedgehog

Twitch Hedgehog

Baby on Board

Since I lost my two hedgehogs and following them Miss Pansy ferret, I needed the hole in my heart filled and we now have a new face in the house.

His name is …..??? No name yet. I’m grabbing suggestions from my Facebook friends. He’s a wee lad of 8 weeks old (born 1/15/15) with a pinto coloring or a high white pinto coloring. I’m going to have to research those colors. He’s all white with three patches of black down his back. Anyways, he is friendly but cautious. I gave him this big cage with three levels and sure enough he investigated every inch and found he really liked his wheel. He does like to snuggle but I didn’t want to overwhelm him too much. I’ll give him more hands-on as time flies.

Hump Day!

I’m not one to count my work days but…’s Hump Day! Yeah!


Blue Monday

Mondays are hard enough but harder when you are faced with putting your two hedgehogs to rest. 
Sweet Henry (3.5 yrs old) was living out the last of his days in a luxury cage when he developed an orbital tumor in front of his eye. Then other health issues began too. He went to the vets last week along with Harry (1.5 yrs old) who had an eye issue also. It should be noted that they were in separate domiciles. Although Harry would not uncurl, the vet determined that they both had conjunctivitis and I received ointment for each for twice daily medicating the eye. Henry was easy sine Henry was sweet. Harry, on the other hand remained curled up. We tried everything to get him to uncurl. It only made him frustrated taking it out on himself by biting himself and ripping his third eyelid when we did get the ointment close. After a week when there was no progress, I made that very tough decision. 
This morning it was determined that Henry didn’t have conjunctivitis but it was indeed a tumor. I figured that he got it because Harry chewed off his ear tip last year. It was the same eye and who’s to say that infection didn’t lead to a tumor. The vet thought it was unlikely. Harry evidently scratched his eye on the shavings when the parrot ventured into his cage sending him in a protective spiny fury. Or it could have been my footsteps. Harry was received last year at this time and he was unsociable then. He did not improve with age. Being not able to medicate him meant a slow death and I could not allow that to happen even to this primitive unsocial animal.
So, that’s how my day began and ended with a migraine after work. When I arrived at home, I was trying to discuss a wildlife program on the phone and Burt Parrot was screaming as always. I let her out and she wandered around my bed talking until I finished my conversation. I went over to her as I have done for the past four years and kissed the top of her head. Only this time she grabbed my nose and chomped down. What the heck? I just couldn’t understand it. She is always affectionate on the bed. I rushed to the kitchen and place an ice pack on my face after putting the portable phone down on the table. Portable phone. That was the trigger. She does not like the camera in my hand or anything. Perhaps she thought she was going to get her nails trimmed again with the dremel as she did last week. I don’t know what she was thinking but I do know my nose hurts and another hard lesson was learned. Have nothing in your hand when you are interacting with your parrot!
Is it Tuesday yet?