barbaraanne123
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Hello Everyone,
I am new here, and I have been impressed with the knowledge people share.
The love of my life didn't turn out to be a man. It turned out to be my parrot Harry. I have had him 22 years. I saved him from this awful pet shop. I am 58 years old, disabled, and alone now. But I live in a lovely studio with a mountain view in Reno, NV.
It has a very big bathroom, where I can close the door. Harry and I have spent most of our time in each other's sight. But he is going through Spring mating season. He bullies my cat Alice. He has torn up antique furniture. I keep him flighted because you never know. One day, he might have to escape something. He likes to fly.
Yes, he bites wires, and I have to cover everything, and put my antiques away. I spend a lot of time at the computer, which he would rather me spend paying attention to him, at his whim. I gave him the bathroom, cage, toys everywhere, toilet closed after use. No window. I have three windows in my main room, where he comes out and plays.
He eats seeds from the Great Companions catalog, along with fruit pellets, and he insists on a peanut a day. I do whatever he wants.
I am having more trouble taking care of him than I used to. He goes through spring mating season, and does not understand that I can't have children with him. He'll play quietly in my main room when he has it to himself because I am in the bathroom. For baths, we always take them together. I have a spray bottle on the bathtub rim.
But he's getting aggressive, and my inability to clean up after him as well as I should, is creating sanitation problems. This is my fault, I know. But I am having a hard time. I think he has too much power. Birds are amoral. They are their own gods.
For my health, it would be a good idea to rehome him, but I wouldn't trust anyone with him. The idea that I'd be leaving him somewhere and walking out forever, for my own benefit, is impossible. I wouldn't survive it.
I had a cleaning service, but he took one of my pearl earrings out of my jewelry drawer, which I had accidentally kept open, threw it on the floor, I didn't notice, and the next day when I went to put them on, one was gone. I fired the cleaning service.
I'm not sure what kind of help to ask for. I will not abandon him. Maybe my friends half a mile away can take him a week per month, so I can clean my house?
I'm in a muddle, but I love him more than my own life.
I am new here, and I have been impressed with the knowledge people share.
The love of my life didn't turn out to be a man. It turned out to be my parrot Harry. I have had him 22 years. I saved him from this awful pet shop. I am 58 years old, disabled, and alone now. But I live in a lovely studio with a mountain view in Reno, NV.
It has a very big bathroom, where I can close the door. Harry and I have spent most of our time in each other's sight. But he is going through Spring mating season. He bullies my cat Alice. He has torn up antique furniture. I keep him flighted because you never know. One day, he might have to escape something. He likes to fly.
Yes, he bites wires, and I have to cover everything, and put my antiques away. I spend a lot of time at the computer, which he would rather me spend paying attention to him, at his whim. I gave him the bathroom, cage, toys everywhere, toilet closed after use. No window. I have three windows in my main room, where he comes out and plays.
He eats seeds from the Great Companions catalog, along with fruit pellets, and he insists on a peanut a day. I do whatever he wants.
I am having more trouble taking care of him than I used to. He goes through spring mating season, and does not understand that I can't have children with him. He'll play quietly in my main room when he has it to himself because I am in the bathroom. For baths, we always take them together. I have a spray bottle on the bathtub rim.
But he's getting aggressive, and my inability to clean up after him as well as I should, is creating sanitation problems. This is my fault, I know. But I am having a hard time. I think he has too much power. Birds are amoral. They are their own gods.
For my health, it would be a good idea to rehome him, but I wouldn't trust anyone with him. The idea that I'd be leaving him somewhere and walking out forever, for my own benefit, is impossible. I wouldn't survive it.
I had a cleaning service, but he took one of my pearl earrings out of my jewelry drawer, which I had accidentally kept open, threw it on the floor, I didn't notice, and the next day when I went to put them on, one was gone. I fired the cleaning service.
I'm not sure what kind of help to ask for. I will not abandon him. Maybe my friends half a mile away can take him a week per month, so I can clean my house?
I'm in a muddle, but I love him more than my own life.
