This is the ongoing taming session of Pudgebudge the budgie. I'm terrible with words so let me use pictures to describe the vicious monstrosity I've let into my life.
This is Pudgebudge as he is now and forever will be. As you can see he's updated with the latest in birb equipment so he's as upgraded as it gets.
I got him from a petstore, after seeing the other birds and trying to pick the tamest one. But when the lady stuck her hand in to try and grab one of the budgies, they all immediately freaked out. My luck in getting a 'tame one' wasn't going to happen despite how 'hand-tame' they were. Nonetheless I was looking for a challenge as I always am with pets.
Pudge, like all budgies, has two modes- Borb mode and Corndog mode. When he first got home he was a corndog sitting on the little cage dowel in total fear. He didn't peep or do anything, his impression of a corndog was probably more spot on than I could do.
For the first week he didn't really want much to do with my hands- but the little swing I put in his cage was his first true love. If he was hanging out in other parts of the cage, he would sometimes step up and allow me to move him- but if he's on that swing, forget abound it. He'll just let me prod him around with his feet tightly stuck to the swing bar.
When he did come out, we would try and place him in different spots- and just continually pick him up- put him down so that he'd get used to the motion and realize it wasn't a threatening thing. My computer monitor has a vent right behind it that sometimes pushes out warm air and he loves to put his butt right over the edge.
He also established the top of my bookshelf-thing as another favorite place. It's the tallest spot in the room and he surveys over all. He also takes frequent naps here and I like to touch his fluffy pants and fluffy beard. Only when he's borb-d up here can I stroke him, but anywhere else is a no go.
WEEK 2: (To be continued!)