Hmmm.....funny you should mention parakeets. I had the oddest, but rather delightful dream the other night that pigmy budgies had somehow gotten into the house and nested. I kept finding teeny-tiny little parakeets, babies no larger than the length of my finger to the first knuckle but fully fledged, perched on the branches of painted bowls, potted plants and the like. I was particularly charmed by the red ones, and grateful that they were so small that their droppings wouldn't create an unmanagable mess to clean up. However, I did have to keep plucking the little darlings from within the mouth of the cat. She didn't maul any of them, however, and I don't recall being overly anxious about their safety.

To the best of my memory, not one of them farted, so neither 'Spaw or Rapaire's spell appears to have been a factor.