Giggleagain
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- Jul 5, 2014
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- Parrots
- All my rescues: Pepita, Rocky and Eva, my Quaker Parrots Clover and Sweet Pea, YNA Willie Buttons, and TAG Coca.
On a toy-buying-trip I stumbled upon yet one more plucked Quaker... but where Clover had "only" plucked her chest (and thereby found my bleeding heart), this poor Quaker - named Sweet Pea - has exactly the feathers Clover is missing, but no others. The top of her wings, under her wings, her entire belly all the way to the root of the tail: completely plucked.
She looks like a chicken in the freezer. The worst: her legs
long, wide blood-encrusted gashes on both of them. That's how I met her. She had belonged to a 90 year old woman who passed away. Her family members "had taken pity on the bird" and took her in. I mean.....they locked her in a room by herself and gave her birdseed and water. Nothing else.
Between mourning her previous owner and being in total isolation, Sweet Pea took her rage out on herself. Finally someone found it in her heart to dump her at the bird store, where they took her in and medicated her, trying to get her wounds to close. I tried for 6 weeks to find someone to take this poor wretch, but she is so awfully angry she won't sit still for a second. She clenches the bars of her cage and viciously bites her toys and anything that comes close to her.
I saw her last Saturday and was happy to see that the gashes had closed and all that remained were a few crusts, but she was raging as usual. I could hear her screams when I walked in the door, and this is a large store.....and she's in a closed room with the boarders....
I went in to visit, as usual. I was aghast. She had slashed herself again. One of the owners came in and sadly said that they don't think she'll ever settle down. They handed me a glove to see whether I could get her to come out. So it was the birds (the boarders), Sweat Pea in a rage, and me. I opened the cage door. After a while she flew out and landed on the floor.
I don't know if this was by design, or whether it was just "one of those things", but a large red/green macaw freed himself from his cage and climbing up on it said "Hi, I'm Clover". Sweat Pea was as shocked as I and promptly stepped up on my hand. We looked at each other. I was bracing for the bite that didn't come. Instead, she started talking. Moved up to my shoulder, snuggled up to my face, and stayed.
She's moving in on Friday. I'm getting her after work.
Yes, she'll be quarantined. Yes, she'll be in another room. Yes, I know the chances that she'll continue the slashing are great, but I just had to try. They gave her to me because they didn't think anyone else would be willing to take on what might well be a big heart ache and a revolving door at the avian vet. Maybe I can get my own room there and if I rent it by the month it'll be cheaper?
So now let me have it. The advice. She's moving in, so don't try to dissuade me please, my mind is made up. HOWEVER all well meaning advice is more than a thousandfold welcome! Throw it all at me, I will filter it and try all suggestions. One at a time




Clover, Sweat Pea, Pepita and Rocky's Mom.
(I'm also the mom of Lana, Buddy, Ruger, and Midnight) Dog/Dog/Dog/Old cat
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She looks like a chicken in the freezer. The worst: her legs

Between mourning her previous owner and being in total isolation, Sweet Pea took her rage out on herself. Finally someone found it in her heart to dump her at the bird store, where they took her in and medicated her, trying to get her wounds to close. I tried for 6 weeks to find someone to take this poor wretch, but she is so awfully angry she won't sit still for a second. She clenches the bars of her cage and viciously bites her toys and anything that comes close to her.
I saw her last Saturday and was happy to see that the gashes had closed and all that remained were a few crusts, but she was raging as usual. I could hear her screams when I walked in the door, and this is a large store.....and she's in a closed room with the boarders....
I went in to visit, as usual. I was aghast. She had slashed herself again. One of the owners came in and sadly said that they don't think she'll ever settle down. They handed me a glove to see whether I could get her to come out. So it was the birds (the boarders), Sweat Pea in a rage, and me. I opened the cage door. After a while she flew out and landed on the floor.
I don't know if this was by design, or whether it was just "one of those things", but a large red/green macaw freed himself from his cage and climbing up on it said "Hi, I'm Clover". Sweat Pea was as shocked as I and promptly stepped up on my hand. We looked at each other. I was bracing for the bite that didn't come. Instead, she started talking. Moved up to my shoulder, snuggled up to my face, and stayed.
She's moving in on Friday. I'm getting her after work.
Yes, she'll be quarantined. Yes, she'll be in another room. Yes, I know the chances that she'll continue the slashing are great, but I just had to try. They gave her to me because they didn't think anyone else would be willing to take on what might well be a big heart ache and a revolving door at the avian vet. Maybe I can get my own room there and if I rent it by the month it'll be cheaper?
So now let me have it. The advice. She's moving in, so don't try to dissuade me please, my mind is made up. HOWEVER all well meaning advice is more than a thousandfold welcome! Throw it all at me, I will filter it and try all suggestions. One at a time





Clover, Sweat Pea, Pepita and Rocky's Mom.
(I'm also the mom of Lana, Buddy, Ruger, and Midnight) Dog/Dog/Dog/Old cat
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