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Thank you kindly for visiting my site. I appreciate you taking the time. There has been a discussion in the Macaw Talk forum about Hybrid or mixed birds. Specificially the Macaw variety. In general there is a desire to maintain pure stock of these large Macaws with the idea that the dna needs to be as strong and pure as possible. However it is apparently easy to create hybrid birds when Greenwings, Scarlets, Blue and Golds or Militarys are interbred. This indicates that the birds are very closely related and have broken off from the same species in the first place. The birds available in the United States are domesticly bred birds and with every breed of animal that has been domesticated by man there will be variations created and pulled along into their own place much the same way that dogs started out as one variety and through breeding became everything from Great Danes to Dachshunds. It seems to me that in time there will recognized 'Pure Bred' Ruby Macaws, Harlequin Macaws and the other variations that have been created in much the same way that variations of Canaries, Pidgeons, Koi, Dogs, Cats are recognized. At the same time the pure strains of all of these creatures are still in existence. I think there is room for both opinions. For more information here are a few links. I welcome more links and essays providing thought out opinions so that everyone can have all of the facts.

Camelot and Other Hybrid Macaws

List of Hybrid Types

This is a Rose Breasted or Galah Cockatoo named Matilda. Matilida is a sweet and gentle bird that does like to be scratched on the back of her neck. Here you can see the difference between the hybrid and the pure galah.

Information on Cockatoo Breeds and their hybrids and mutations can be found here.

For more pictures of birds (Blue Front Amazon, Male Eclectus, Blue and Gold Macaw, Double Yellow Head Amazons ) click right here.

Caique Mailing List Photos Here.


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A good friend lost
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As happens once in a while, a friend from a few years back contacts me to catch up, touch base, say hello. My web site and my listing in the alumni page at the University of Dayton School of Law leave a trail there for anyone who might care to find me and speak with me. Careful planning makes it so, unfortunately and for a number of reasons I don't often try to find old friends and old classmates. A LexisNexis search, a run through Google or a look through the alumni directory would be sufficient for me to find anyone I would desire to find but I don't do it. There is always time. Time sometime later to make that small effort. So as a result I don't look up people. There is always time right? Well a friend of mine, Marc did take the time to look me up and it was good to hear from him. In our emails back and forth he mentions a fellow classmate, Andy Johnson or as was the running joke for us "Andy's Johnson."

Andy was a tall, gangly fellow with the disposition of a puppy. We'd constantly make our "Andy's Johnson," clever remarks and he'd smile and never took offense and we never meant any. He was a fellow who seemed not to have a hostile bone in his body and it seemed to me that it would never occur to him to say a bad word about anyone. When he would talk it seemed like he was always laughing even when he wasn't. A smile on his face and he'd always be genuinely glad to see you. When he would tell a joke it was like he was a little kid saying something he knew that grownups would disapprove of so his jokes or something funny were told only after he looked around to make sure that someone who might take offense would be out of earshot.

At the end of a long hard week in class he'd come down to the local watering hole that some of us had taken as our own. BW3's on Friday after class was where we would grab some hot wings, some happy hour beer and we'd pull some tables together, enough to accommodate however many of us would show up. Andy would laugh with us and we'd talk about what funny things happened in class. Sometimes he'd get a bit excited, a beer or two down the evening and when he wanted to say something and his words were tripping around on his tongue his eyes would sparkle and the smile on his face would broaden as if to acknowledge that he thought he was being a bit foolish or silly. But we would slap him on his back, laugh at his jokes and generally do the things that friends would do with each other as we recognize everyone who would want to be in the conversation and who would likewise have a patience and joy with us.
I can't begin to tell you how wonderful a person Andy was or how everyone instantly liked him. It's like you can instantly sense who is a good hearted person and who you would like to think of you as a good hearted and good person. I know I thought very well of him and he was the kind of person you hoped thought well of you. He was also the kind of person whose friendship you didn't have to buy. This speaks to a character flaw of mine, I took it for granted that he would be there with a smile and a happy hug for me whenever I did get around to seeing him or contacting him. I know he was the kind of man who would be there for me if I was the kind of person who asked anyone for help or support. A good man with a good soul and a huge heart. My friend Marc told me that he had finally gotten a nice job in Ohio and was on his way to work one morning when he got in a car accident. Andy died that morning. Marc tells me that he thinks about Andy often. I haven't stopped thinking about Andy since hearing about this untimely end to this good young man.

There is no question in my mind that life is not fair. Evil people live and prosper, good people who struggle and fight to get ahead in life die in car accidents. Life is short and brutish and it's a sack full of misery, pain, horror and suffering. A person like Andy makes you almost believe that isn't true, his warm smile and good heart carved a bit of hope and kindness into the world and he will be missed.

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