So I have a lot of cool, random and weird borb stories. Here they are.

(For those of you who think a Borb is some kind of bouncy ball, a borb is the memed way of saying bird.)

So there are these 3 crested pigeons that basically live on my balcony. Here is what they look like (these are just internet pics)...


So one of these 3 arrived at my house one day because I am an animal fanatic and I wanted to see what I could attract to my house. I put out some very expensive cockatiel seeds and waited.
And waited.
And waited.

After about 3 days a Crested Pigeon (whom I later named Irene) showed up. She ate all the seed (which, may I remind you was very expensive) and so I gave her more. She kept coming back every day and eventually brought along a fwend (whom I named Blaise) and they got along swell. Until another boy borb (I can tell the gender by their behavior and wing shiny-ness) came along. I didn't name him because he was cocky and selfish. He kept beating up Blaise. So I kicked him out. Not literally, that's animal abuse. I just shooed him away. But then another one came. Another boy. He was only a juvenile, and I named him Ellis. To this day they all get along fine. Irene will let me put my hand up to her but not pet her (I wash my hands, don't worry). Blaise will tolerate me changing food but is otherwise terrified of me. Ellis won't come near me.

Now there are 4 and Blaise and Irene are a pair.

rsvd

^ Interest ping

A year a go or so we had my severe macaw Phoenix (picture from the internet of what he looks like below) near our giant sliding glass doors so he could see our bird feeder. This was before we had our lorikeet Indy so he was lonely. This one little bird, never got a very good look at it, would sit it on the chairs to our table on our deck and just stare at Phoenix. They would do this everyday until this little bird started slamming itself into the window to try and get inside, we ended up having to move Phoenix and the little bird followed from the window to our deck to the window in our reading room. He stopped as soon as we got Indy though, it was really odd.

Awww

I have a birb story

Before I was born my parents owned a yellow budgie(?). When my dad was feeding them 1 day he left the window open in its room

You can guess what happened -_-

Yup, it flew out the window, never to be seen again

That happened to our second cockatiel, but my dad was standing with the door open.

Now we all start yelling and waving around our arms if one of our birds decides to fly around the house and we have a door open.

Fhjvgh

Dad didnt get another borb tho