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Feeding Time

Now I know for sure that I love my new family. Sometimes they spoil me too much, but fortunately they realize that I need my rest as well! Also they know that they should not overfeed me, because they were warned that my crop must be completely empty before I get the next meal. And the temperature of the baby formula! If it is too hot, I am at risk of crop burn, but if it too cold, I would refuse to eat anything, no matter how hungry I would be. Sophia read an article about crop burn. She is very, very happy that Jan is such a perfect parrot mother. My meals are never too hot or too cold! Tomorrow I will be six weeks old, so from then on I will only receive my meals three times a day.


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