Post by siobhan on Apr 17, 2015 17:33:53 GMT -5
I saw a cockatoo on the local Facebook rummage sale site (I know! I was horrified) and the poor thing's feathers were chewed and he was too thin, but they wanted $500. I definitely don't have that to spare. So I posted on my own page in the hopes that one of my animal loving friends would step in. And one did. She had to work at it, because the person selling him suddenly decided to be coy, but she made a deal and I went with her so we could get his enormous cage to her house in the bed of my truck. It was an appalling situation. For one thing, he was out of his cage and their front door was standing open with no screen door. The woman said "he doesn't know how to fly." His wings aren't clipped. He knows how to fly. Oy. The cage was filthy. This was at least his sixth home and he's only about 10 years old. One of the previous homes mistreated him. They blew marijuana smoke in his face to get him high!!!!
They went and got a beat up cat carrier for us to transport him in and the teenage son tried to force him into it and of course, he fought going in. So I said get me a dish towel and I dropped it over his head, picked him up and put him in with no problem. The woman and son were amazed at how much I knew about birds. Sigh. That's pretty basic, folks. It wasn't easy to get the cage out of the house and the woman and son were about the most useless cage movers I ever encountered, but we accomplished it at last and got the heck outta Dodge and got him to my friend's house. It took the two of us no time at all to muscle the cage into her house, give it a quick spiff up so he wouldn't have to stay in the carrier (she'll clean it properly after he settles in) and get him out of the carrier and into his cage. He's so sweet. You can pet and kiss him, he steps up easily, he showed off his crest and told us his name (Rocky Roads) and she tells me he's already relaxed enough to take a nap. I would have loved to have him myself, but he's in good hands and I can visit.
They went and got a beat up cat carrier for us to transport him in and the teenage son tried to force him into it and of course, he fought going in. So I said get me a dish towel and I dropped it over his head, picked him up and put him in with no problem. The woman and son were amazed at how much I knew about birds. Sigh. That's pretty basic, folks. It wasn't easy to get the cage out of the house and the woman and son were about the most useless cage movers I ever encountered, but we accomplished it at last and got the heck outta Dodge and got him to my friend's house. It took the two of us no time at all to muscle the cage into her house, give it a quick spiff up so he wouldn't have to stay in the carrier (she'll clean it properly after he settles in) and get him out of the carrier and into his cage. He's so sweet. You can pet and kiss him, he steps up easily, he showed off his crest and told us his name (Rocky Roads) and she tells me he's already relaxed enough to take a nap. I would have loved to have him myself, but he's in good hands and I can visit.
