Davy Crockett
Greater Golden-Crowned Conure
I am a Greater Golden-Crowned Conure (Peach Front Family ).
July 13,1999 I had a DNA test done. The DNA test shows I am male.
I knew that before my mom spent the money to find out I am the
King around here.
I'm also the old man around here, imported sometime in 1985 to Canada.
Pet shop staff told my mom I was about 2 and half years old when I was Imported as a wild caught adult conure. That would give me an hatch
date (Birthday) sometime in 1982. I came to live here with my mom in
early April 1986. That will be 19 years ago this April. So I am 19 plus
years old. My mom just says I am 20 years old, but I could be 22 years old
or even 25 or 30 years old for that matter. I was wild caught so I could have
been older then 2 and half years when I was imported. In any case I have
been in Canada now for over 20 years. I was in the pet shop for almost a
year before my mom came in looking for Angel Fish and bought me
at the same time. I yelled out to her and she heard me. It wasn't easy for
her to buy me. You see I was sold, someone had put a down payment on me
months before that day. The people at the store kept telling my mom she
couldn't buy me because they had that down payment on me already. My
mom was upset, they had me in a tiny cage pushed behind other cages
because I wasn't for sale anymore. My tail didn't fit in the cage. Mom told
them if they didn't sell me to her, she would yell the store down. They had
already left me sitting in that tiny cage in the store for months. Mom told
the man at the store if my new family cared they would have been back to
get me long before now or at least come in to check on me. They didn't
even come to visit me or check to see if I was okay. Mom wasn't going
to put up with this and the people at the store knew it. So it ended up
this way. Mom went and got her bags of Angel fish, 3 different types and then came back to where the birds were, where I was. Boy she put her
foot down, she said I am taking that bird, this cage, that stand and some
food and whatever else I needed and asked what kind of bird is this anyway.
Mom didn't have a clue what a conure was.
Then they sold her books on conures. Then they tell her my wings have to
be clipped because I am wild caught and could get hurt flying around
inside a house. Mom didn't like that idea much but she knew nothing about
conures or parrots so that man clipped my wings. I didn't like that
idea either.
So mom paid the bill and out of that store we went, bags of Angel Fish, cage,
stand, toys, food, books and my new mom and dad and me Davy Crockett. ( of course I didn't have my name then) and to the car we went, we didn't look back.
Then when I got home, I got to come out on that new Playstand, I had not
been out on a stand before. Mom set up my new cage, plenty big enough for
my tail to fit and lots of room for toys. Boy was I home. I didn't have to go
in my cage only when I wanted to. I had my very own room, a nice window
with lots of sunshine, I had almost forgot what sunshine was.
It didn't take my new mom very long to name me Davy Crockett. It didn't
take her very long to decide I was not going to have my wings clipped anymore either. I could still fly anyway.
needed his room when she moved back with us. Crockett had a
little jutebox I bought him one year for Christmas and he would
dance to The Ballad Of Davy Crockett.
Crockett also has several of the Davy Crocket videos.
Crockett started plucking after my mom moved back home.
My nephew Peter also moved out and Crockett was very close to Peter.
To many changes in Crockett's life, to close together.
He had his own room, TV, Jukebox, Radio, the organ, and his fish tanks.
My computer was also in his room and Peter spent most of the day
and night in there with Crockett, his cage door was very seldom closed. Crockett put his ownself to bed when he was ready. He started plucking
within a week of Peter's moving out. It is also much warmer downstairs
and Crockett don't like heat at all. We have to keep the heat set very
high for my mom. She can't take the cold and she can't deal with
the A/C set for very cool in the summertime. Crockett use to just
pluck in the winter but last couple of years he's plucked year round.
If we get a early spring and the A/C is turned on early, then he lets his
feathers grow back but they get plucked again as soon as the furnace is
turned on. It started with him losing his room and Peter, now it's age
as well, he's getting up in years and most likey his skin is dry and itchy.
In 1998 I bought him a Furby, that didn't work so in February 1999 I
bought him a little Green Cheeks Conure, that was worse I think.
Little Freckles is a lovely little Green Cheeks but Crockett was not use
to sharing his time with me. He's okay with her now, probably glad
she is here but he's use to that plucking now and he's older I doubt he
will ever stop plucking.
Along with Freckles we now have Mango and Hercules, Crockett has
lot's of birdy friends now.
There is not many photos of Crockett with all his feathers.
By the time digital cameras came on the market he was already plucking.
The Photo on his side border on this page, he's around 13 or 14 years old. The Photo in his Welcome graphic was probably taken when he was 3 to 4 years old.
So this is my old man, my Davy Crockett and he is King around here.
October 19th 2005.
This evening my little buddy, my friend Crockett passed away.
Crockett this house will never feel the same again.
Some of your sounds remain through
Hercules, Mango, Little Freckles and Trouble.
I miss you my Crockett.
