vampiravet
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- Nov 27, 2014
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Hi! I'm embarrassed to say that I am really not very good with these forums... I can never quite figure out the right way to post a new question... so I thought I'd introduce myself and ask my question, and then if there is a different way to approach this, please advise. I am a Veterinarian, though I have not practiced in a few years due to health problems. But apparently, I'm not so good with birds... about 10 years ago, I got a male African Grey as trade for some work I did for a pet shop owner (ugh)... in my defense, she was selling puppy mill puppies, and I only tried to help make sure they were as healthy as possible before going to the public. I also advised her when to not accept a delivery of pups due to one suspicious pup with some eye discharge... she took them in spite of my advice, and they all ended up with parvo, infected other pups she had already in the store, and the two I thought I might pull through it, ended up starting to get distemper the day they were set to go back to her! Now, I am really good at treating Parvo, but these pups were too young, and I pulled out every stop, but they all died. It drove her out of business, and I can't say that I was sorry. Even an employee's adult Rottweiler came in on emergency with a temperature of 106, and died before I could even get very far into working on him! It was a bad, bad strain. Anyway, back to my birdie. She told me that he had been hard to adopt out because he wasn't very outgoing to people, he was shy and reserved. I felt bad for him, and he seemed to take to me a little bit, so I took him in exchange for the work I'd done for her. At first, things went great! He learned to happily step up on my hand, he fluffed up his feathers to have me scratch him on the head and neck, he sat on my chest while I laid on the couch to watch TV, etc. Then, I committed the unforgivable sin; being a Veterinarian, I trimmed his nails myself. I don't even think I did his wings, just his nails. And I didn't hurt him, or go very short. I wrapped him in a towel and was quick, then I let him rest in his cage again. He has never forgiven me. For a year, he was not close to either me or my husband, and preferred no contact. Then we started a pet hotel, and the manager was kind of good with birds (so she said), so we made a place for him in the front desk area in a corner where he was a little distant from the foot traffic. He was there for about 4 or 5 years, and did ok, he started talking up a storm and was relatively happy and interactive with the manager. Then we lost everything in the recession partly due to my health issues, in 2010, and we moved from Northern Arizona to The Phoenix area. I went on disability and have mostly been home. He still refused to bond with me, choosing instead to begin to bond with my husband. He never used to bite, and if I approached him inside the cage, he would try to back off from my hand, but in the last few years, if I pressed the issue, he would threaten to bite. He even moves away if I approach the cage. His favorite treat is a peanut, and my husband can give him peanuts by hand, but he won't take them from me. If I am patient enough, he sometimes will even snatch it from me and fling it to the ground. I forgot to say that early on when I tried to continue working with him after the nail incident, he would step up and let me take him out of the cage, but then he would prefer to "commit suicide" by throwing himself off of my arm to the floor than stay on my arm. He is a drama queen. His vocabulary is amazing, in both mine and Jerry's voices. I give him special foods, and new toys, but even that is traumatic for him, I have to introduce them slowly, preferably with peanuts. Recently, we moved to Texas, my husband got a new job, and he moved here first to find us a house. He was gone about 6 weeks and I packed up the house. In this time, I finally got Bart to start taking peanuts from my hand, by simply refusing to give them to him any other way. It took a while, but he finally did. When the three of us were together again, for a week or so, he took them from both of us again, then he began to favor Jerry again. Now, he won't take them from me alone, but if Jerry is in the room and reassures him, he will. I focus on the peanut thing because I don't dare try to work with him further unless I have a way to reward him (and bribe him). Jerry works long hours, and does love Bart, but has limited time to spend with him. He gives him attention and talks to him, but he's not really a person who naturally wants to handle pets a lot. He doesn't cuddle with the cats, he doesn't walk the dog unless I request it or join him... it's not that he doesn't love our pets, he does, it's just that he's not a hands on pet owner like me. Why on earth Bart would wait 'til hell freezes over for Jerry to get a few minutes to spend time with him is beyond me, when I am here all day and I talk to him and give him treats and toys. He won't even talk his blue streak when I'm in the same room... but when I'm not in the same room, he hardly ever stops. I am very confused, and I'm pretty darn good at behavior modification in pets! Like I said, I guess I'm not so good with birds. Please help me if you can, I'm sorry to write so much but a lot has happened in 10 years... and I know I'm about 10 years behind the eight-ball!