Parrot Bill of Rights by Stewart A. Metz, M.D.

Parrot's Bill of Rights
STEWART METZ, MD – Author of Parrot Bill of Righs and Director of Indonesian Parrot Project

Project Leader – Scientific Education, International Affairs & Grant Applications

Dr. Stewart Metz’s training is in the medical field where he has been a physician who served in a number of  positions from a clinician to a biomedical researcher to administration.  Graduating summa cum laude and Scholar of the House from Yale Medical School, Dr. Metz has co-authored more than 120 scientific publications.

After an extremely esteemed medical career, specializing in Endocrinology and Metabolism,  Dr. Metz became fascinated by parrots.  In 1992 he endeavored to learn everything he could about parrots, especially the Seram or Salmon Crested Cockatoo.  In 1993, after six months of study, Dr. Metz acquired his first parrot.  Dr. Metz began extensively researching the Seram Cockatoo in 1997.

He left the medical profession in 2001 to work full-time as a volunteer towards the welfare of parrots. In 2002, he was appointed Director and CEO of the Indonesian Parrot Project (then called Project Bird Watch). The primary mission of the project is to conserve and protect the endangered wild cockatoos and parrots of Indonesia while changing the attitudes of native Indonesian's about these beautiful birds.    

Keep your Parrot Bill of Rights in mind as you choose safe parrot supplies that offer the enrichment your pet needs.



I am not a domesticated pet like a dog or cat. I still have the spirit of the jungle in me. I have special needs which you may find it hard to fill. Please don't learn these too late for my well-being. And please don't acquire one of my cousins wild from the jungle—it will jeopardize his survival and well-being, and that won't be a party for you either!


I am used to flying through rainforests or savannas. I have given up this great gift for your pleasure. At the very least, give me enough room to flap my wings and exercise. And, I need toys for my amusement and wood to chew. Otherwise, I might confuse your home with the forest and its trees.


 I need a wide variety of fresh and nutritious foods, even if they take time to prepare. I cannot survive on seeds alone and be healthy. Take time to learn what my needs and preferences are.


I am a gregarious flock animal, but I am not one of you. I need lots of socialization to learn how to interact with you as well as my siblings. I also need to have adequate quality time with you every day—no matter what your schedule or other needs are. I am a living, feeling creature. Above all, I need to be able to have complete trust in you and count on your predictability in looking after me—every day.


I may like to drop food or even throw it, but I need meticulous cleanliness to be healthy. My skin itches without frequent showers, the barbs of my feathers won't seal if they become oily and, worst of all, I may become ill if my food or water is not always sanitary.
You may not understand my physiology and therefore you may not recognize it early on when I get sick. And, it may be too late when you do, because I hide my illnesses. (Remember what I said about my being an animal of the jungle, where there are lots of predators.) And I need an avian vet—a specialist. (No HMOs for me please.) If you can't afford one, perhaps you shouldn't have taken me home.


 Just as I don't always understand your peculiarities, you may not understand mine. I don't TRY to get into trouble—remember, a house is not the jungle. If I do screw up, don't yell at me and never hit me. I have sensitive ears and I may never trust you again if you strike me. Hands are sometimes scary things to us. (Why in the world would you not be zygodactylous like us?) Even more importantly, we don't learn by punishment. We are gentle creatures who only strike back to protect ourselves; we learn through patience and love.
I know you get upset with me when I knock over my water bowl, throw food, scream, or pluck my feathers. I don't do these things to annoy you. I am probably trying to tell you something ( perhaps that I am hurting, lonely, or sad). Learn to speak MY (body) language. Remember that I, alone of all creatures on this planet, learn to speak yours!


I am a unique and feeling being. No two of us are alike. Please don't be disappointed in me if I don't talk like you wanted or can't do the tricks that your friend's parrot can do. But if you pay close attention to me (and I always empathize with you, whether you know), I will show you a unique being who will give you so much more than talking and playing. Give me a chance to show you who I am; I think you'll find the effort worth it. And remember, I am not an ornament. I do not enhance ANY living room decor. And I am not a status symbol—if you use me as such, I might nip at your up-turned nose!



Above all, please remember that you are my Special Person. I put all my trust and faith in you. We parrots are used to being monogamous. (No bar-hopping for us!) So please don't go away for long periods or give me away—that would be a sadness from which I may never recover. If that seems to be asking a lot, remember, you could have learned about my needs before bringing me home. Even having a baby or taking a new job isn't a fair reason—you made a commitment to me FIRST. And if you think that you must leave me because you might die, provide for me forever after you leave. I may live to a ripe old age, but I can't provide for myself. Remember I'm in a small cage amongst people who are not of my blood.


You have lots of rights, but I can only assure one. And that is, if you treat me the way I described above, I will reward you with unwavering love, humor, knowledge, beauty, dedication, and a sense of wonder and awe you haven't felt since you were a child. When you took me home, you became my Flock Leader, indeed, my entire universe—for life. I would hang the moon and stars for you if I could. We are one in Heart and Soul.
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