This is from his most recent photoshoot for the forum's fantastic new Budgie of the Month competition.
I found it hard to choose between these two photos, but ending up picking the bottom one. Possibly a mistake. Boo loves his strawberries, especially nibbling on the little rough seeds on the outside skin.
He really likes to talk to the camera. Especially my other half's fancy iphone. It's got a flat glass mirror finish and he's unstoppably attracted to it. As a result, I have a lot of photos that look like this.
This is him a few weeks after he flew into my house, lost, when he was a little baby. He must have been quite young when I found him. He's grown so big, and completely changed from pale, pale baby blue to now bright blue with his weird irridescent yellow head.
He looks so sweet in this photo. All he wanted to do was sit on your head. I think the hair reminded him of his baby nest.
Originally Posted by mariannemarlow Boo is such a sweetheart
He is that, Marianne.
Here he is with my 84-year-old mum, Joan, who's staying with me for a couple of weeks. She tells me she had a budgie when she was a girl living in Southport, back in the 30s/early 40s. They used to feed it something called Groundsell? I think it's what we call Chickweed in Australia. Apparently it was difficult to keep any other pets during wartime, as meat was impossible to get, yet birdseed was plentiful. There you go.
After two weeks of unseasonably cold dark winter days in Sydney, the sun is shining bright. So out we go onto our sunny terrace to eat breakfast, catch some sunlight, and soak up some healthy Vitamin D amidst the treetops just beyond. He loves it, but lets me know when it's time to come inside for a fly by leaping, kamakaze-style, at the cage door.
He looks likes he's at a Mexican fiesta in there at the moment. All he needs is a teeny Mexican sombrero sun hat.
It's later in the day and off we go to "Handsome Boy Modelling School" for the September flower-themed photo competition. Here are a couple of close-but-no-cigar shots that ended up on the cutting room floor.
Speaking of cigars...
And what a gorgeous shot ... of the back of his head.