akalabeth
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Greetings.
I am here to share our story: Zé, an approximate 5 years old White-eyed Conure and Me, a 29 years old Brazilian.
May 2014 - My mother-in-law was going to work in the morning and found a bird on the sidewalk. The bird's wings were extremely trimmed and the street was full of stray cats. She took him inside the house and offered food and water. Soon she asked the neighbors if any of them have lost a bird.
A couple of weeks passed and no one was looking for the bird. New plan: take care of him, wait until his feathers grow again and let him fly away.
(My opinion: I think one of the neighbors took the bird very young, as they hatch in December. Probably find it cute, until it grew and started yelling really loud. Maybe that was the reason that he was abandoned.)
Since his wings were clipped, he taught himself how to be a skilled climber and how to slide down poles like a firefighter. At this time he was sleeping in a bathroom, he also learned how to make sounds: squeaky door noise and Samsung cellphone charging sound. That was when I first met him, however, he was more interested in my wife than in me.
His feathers grew again, everytime that I visited my mother-in-law, he was becoming more and more docile and playful with me. I started to encourage his flying on a big sized room. He never flew away (the windows were always open).
August 2016 - Due to a change in events and to not leave him alone on weekdays, he moved to my apartment. Another city, another home. It was a bit stressful to him.
I was unemployed and really depressed. Every day that I was unable to get out of the bed, the little fella stayed there. He even refused to eat if I didn't get up. So I needed to get my **** together, or else the bird wouldn't eat.
The bird became more and more attached to me. To the point that he would attack my wife if she touched me. It turned impossible to watch movies on the bed.
March 2017 - Even living on a 3rd floor, we always had our windows open. One day in the morning I wasn't paying too much attention. He went to the window and just flew away, yelling. I ran and woke up my wife, we both went to try to find him with. We started looking on our block. Every neighbor was very kind allowing us to check parking lots, soccer fields and other common areas. After two hours looking for him, we found him over the roof of a house. We called him many times but he was stoned. I managed to borrow a ladder and rescued him.
That day is marked on me. Our neighbors allowing us to enter their buildings without any hesitation, on times when you can't trust anyone. Somehow, that restored my faith in society.
October 2017 - We decided that he needed a girlfriend. By the way, I am writing "he", but at this point, we didn't know that he was male. We ordered a DNA gender test. To our surprise, the result was "male". We always thought that he was a she and was attached to the opposite sex.
I started some business travels and my wife always takes care of him. He got softer and the attacks reduce.
December 2017 - We ordered his girlfriend. She arrived in February. He was very curious on the first day but tried to attack her on every opportunity since day one.
He now shows a huge territorial behavior. Almost doesn't attack my wife, but doesn't accept the presence of the female bird.
October 2018 - As part of our routine, I took them off my office in the morning to feed. He had a goo from ear to ear. That was vomit, but I had no idea.
I was waiting for my daily meeting with my coworkers, he wasn't eating and drank a lot of water. He was sleepy and quiet on my shoulder, then started to vomit all the water that he drank before.
Enough, we went to the veterinarian.
After a long interview, there was a possibility that he swallowed something unusual or it was caused by super bacteria. He took an x-ray exam and a stool test.
After discussing the pros and cons with my wife, we decided to hospitalize him. Since they would be able to feed him through a food probe and to administer the needed shots.
Tough days and tough decisions. On his second day hospitalized the doctor called us telling that he tried to run away, lifting the roof of his cage(besides sleeping on a cage at home, he was never locked there). The cage's roof then pressed against his head. Removing a bunch of feathers and part of his scalp. The day after that call he was discharged and we kept the treatment (antibiotics, anti-inflammatory, anti-fungal, anti-hemetic) at home. He lost 25% of his body weight in only two days while hospitalized.
Arriving at home he, besides weak, was over excited and happy. For the next 7 days, he slept by my side. And, on those 7 days, he was only sleeping 6 hours/day (following my schedule, he used to sleep 12 hours/day).
After that first week after the incident, I had to travel again. Someway he managed to be kind with my wife and the female bird. He even tried to interact with her(bird), however, she didn't let him approach her.
By this date, he already finished his medicines and his feathers are growing again on his head. There is still a small scab patch though.
It's hard to abridge such experience in a tiny text. But this little fella taught me what is unconditional love and many other feelings.
I am here to share our story: Zé, an approximate 5 years old White-eyed Conure and Me, a 29 years old Brazilian.
May 2014 - My mother-in-law was going to work in the morning and found a bird on the sidewalk. The bird's wings were extremely trimmed and the street was full of stray cats. She took him inside the house and offered food and water. Soon she asked the neighbors if any of them have lost a bird.
A couple of weeks passed and no one was looking for the bird. New plan: take care of him, wait until his feathers grow again and let him fly away.
(My opinion: I think one of the neighbors took the bird very young, as they hatch in December. Probably find it cute, until it grew and started yelling really loud. Maybe that was the reason that he was abandoned.)
Since his wings were clipped, he taught himself how to be a skilled climber and how to slide down poles like a firefighter. At this time he was sleeping in a bathroom, he also learned how to make sounds: squeaky door noise and Samsung cellphone charging sound. That was when I first met him, however, he was more interested in my wife than in me.
His feathers grew again, everytime that I visited my mother-in-law, he was becoming more and more docile and playful with me. I started to encourage his flying on a big sized room. He never flew away (the windows were always open).
August 2016 - Due to a change in events and to not leave him alone on weekdays, he moved to my apartment. Another city, another home. It was a bit stressful to him.

I was unemployed and really depressed. Every day that I was unable to get out of the bed, the little fella stayed there. He even refused to eat if I didn't get up. So I needed to get my **** together, or else the bird wouldn't eat.


The bird became more and more attached to me. To the point that he would attack my wife if she touched me. It turned impossible to watch movies on the bed.
March 2017 - Even living on a 3rd floor, we always had our windows open. One day in the morning I wasn't paying too much attention. He went to the window and just flew away, yelling. I ran and woke up my wife, we both went to try to find him with. We started looking on our block. Every neighbor was very kind allowing us to check parking lots, soccer fields and other common areas. After two hours looking for him, we found him over the roof of a house. We called him many times but he was stoned. I managed to borrow a ladder and rescued him.

That day is marked on me. Our neighbors allowing us to enter their buildings without any hesitation, on times when you can't trust anyone. Somehow, that restored my faith in society.
October 2017 - We decided that he needed a girlfriend. By the way, I am writing "he", but at this point, we didn't know that he was male. We ordered a DNA gender test. To our surprise, the result was "male". We always thought that he was a she and was attached to the opposite sex.

I started some business travels and my wife always takes care of him. He got softer and the attacks reduce.
December 2017 - We ordered his girlfriend. She arrived in February. He was very curious on the first day but tried to attack her on every opportunity since day one.
He now shows a huge territorial behavior. Almost doesn't attack my wife, but doesn't accept the presence of the female bird.



October 2018 - As part of our routine, I took them off my office in the morning to feed. He had a goo from ear to ear. That was vomit, but I had no idea.
I was waiting for my daily meeting with my coworkers, he wasn't eating and drank a lot of water. He was sleepy and quiet on my shoulder, then started to vomit all the water that he drank before.
Enough, we went to the veterinarian.
After a long interview, there was a possibility that he swallowed something unusual or it was caused by super bacteria. He took an x-ray exam and a stool test.
After discussing the pros and cons with my wife, we decided to hospitalize him. Since they would be able to feed him through a food probe and to administer the needed shots.
Tough days and tough decisions. On his second day hospitalized the doctor called us telling that he tried to run away, lifting the roof of his cage(besides sleeping on a cage at home, he was never locked there). The cage's roof then pressed against his head. Removing a bunch of feathers and part of his scalp. The day after that call he was discharged and we kept the treatment (antibiotics, anti-inflammatory, anti-fungal, anti-hemetic) at home. He lost 25% of his body weight in only two days while hospitalized.
Arriving at home he, besides weak, was over excited and happy. For the next 7 days, he slept by my side. And, on those 7 days, he was only sleeping 6 hours/day (following my schedule, he used to sleep 12 hours/day).
After that first week after the incident, I had to travel again. Someway he managed to be kind with my wife and the female bird. He even tried to interact with her(bird), however, she didn't let him approach her.

By this date, he already finished his medicines and his feathers are growing again on his head. There is still a small scab patch though.

It's hard to abridge such experience in a tiny text. But this little fella taught me what is unconditional love and many other feelings.
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