I suddenly acquired some Cocatiels a while back – I saw them sitting in a small cage in a dark stuffy room and, well, you know.
Besides, I had seen these compelling ‘tiel videos on YouTube, the ones where the plucky little creatures play the piano and sing the national anthem while wrestling with the cat. It had to be done.
When I got them home, they hid in their little nest box for days and refused to budge. Then, when hunger finally drove them out and they felt confident enough to start exploring their new home, they dropped on to the floor of my studio where they ran around like feathered little mice for several days.
They didn’t even know how to fly. Somebody had cut their wings and they lurched and flopped like mutilated bumblebees. But.
Pretty soon they figured out how to make use of all the props in my studio to launch themselves into the air. Here they are sitting on my ceramic torsos. The problem I have with that plot is that they tend to nibble a bit on anything available.
They love clay, it seems. I don’t really mind a lot of the time. But I guess I will have to construct some safe space for my sculpture work to dry out, eventually. At the moment I am busy experimenting, so most of my work gets trashed anyway.
A lot of it by this little fellow, Bo-Bo.
They are settling in, I would say.
And so they need to think to the future. They began to set up home in the curtains, but then re-discovered their nesting box.
Bo-Bo will dive into the box and there will be an awful lot of crashing and banging going on inside it. I do not know what he is up to, but I guess he may be busy putting up shelves or laying down a new floor. What do I know.
Meanwhile, the female will be sitting outside on a perch, screeching at the top of her voice. This bit I can do without – it is ear piercing.
Then, finally, out he pops and she will shoot inside to inspect the new home improvements…. And meanwhile, he is sat on the perch outside the entrance, wolf whistling. I am not making this up. He really knows how to wolf whistle.
But, he never got the box right. Or so it would seem.
So then they discovered a new nest. A biig nest! The biggest nest, ever!
And he is busy biting strips of my shelves to create a lovely warm space inside the bowl. I think his efforts are meeting with her approval.
No eggs as of yet, but who knows what is going on inside the minds of these curious birds?
To see some of my un-nibbled ceramic work, please go to www.annakeiller.com