Sad I didn’t share my dad’s love of birds when he was still with us.
My dad had kept birds from as early as I could remember - we always had an aviary in the garden when growing up but I never paid much attention.
Sadly my dad passed away last year after a sudden illness. I made the decision to bring his canaries and zebra finches home to live with me with not one single clue on what I was doing. My dad had always made large aviary’s with flights but unfortunately he did not pass on his woodwork talent to me so I cheated and bought a large aviary for the garden. It’s all be very much trial and error as like I said I had not one clue what I was doing (I was also scared of these little birds flying at my head!). Here we are 9 months later and I kick myself for not showing more interest in my dad’s hobby when he was still here as These little balls of fluff have really grown on me - I love sitting and watching the zebras stuff their little beaks with spinach, the canaries splashing around in what I had originally bought as a drinking water bowl (they don’t seem to be a fan of the actual large bird bath I bought them). I have even introduced a pair of Gouldian’s into the flock a few months ago (one of them is a bit antisocial and dives at my head each time I enter the aviary but he seems to get on with everyone else!)