HearSay and Ari
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- Feb 20, 2024
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- Parrots
- African Grey (Hearsay)
Im new to this forum, so i hope stories like this are allowed. I never really knew alot about birds other than the one that lived in my house, but it got moved to live with my dad when I was eight. I forgot about the bird, because it brought memories of my dad. When my dad went to rehab, i had to take care of the guy. His name is Hearsay, a congo african grey. Hes currently 43, and my dad got him when he graduated college. I didnt know anything about bird care at the time, but even I could tell the way my dad was keeping him was wrong.. i was horrified. No toys, only concerte / sand perches that hurt EVEN me if i touched them, only sunflower seeds to eat, given beer, pizza, fruit loops and raw chicken with ranch. Whiskey was even sometimes poured into the water bowl. My father would blow smoke in his cage while he smoked. Mold was growing where the liner was. Yet not a single plucked feather, from the guy. I was genuinely surprised the bird lasted in the condition it was forced to live in, and i knew I had to help. So i took care of him everyday, obviously making mistakes and buying things i didn't need to (those vitamin powders you mix into water), and allowing him to roam freely for hours until i had to go back home.
But when my dad died after, i immediately took him in, spoiling the baby, and learning how to read his behavior. He knows how to say my name, i think it was a word he learned when i was a baby and got into trouble alot.. He hadn't said it for years when he lived with my dad, but now he loves to sing my name, and sing me songs. I like to think he recognized me all grown up now. Hes relearning how to use his wings again (just sucks at landing but! we are getting there.). hes still scared sometimes but hes gotten so much better it just makes me emotional. I never knew a bird could change my life. He made me realize i want to take care of animals just like him, maybe even start a bird business, making toys and perches and things. Who knows, i just know he will be the reason for it all. I love him. He has as many toys as he can imagine now, eats fresh fruits, grains, veggies and amazing pellets. I triple check every ingredient before letting anything even near him or his cage. He trusts me enough to step up, when he wants to. He will laugh when i trip, and even mock my coughing. His journey to finding his personality is something i dont think ill ever get tired about. He still gets overwhelmed, when he flies too much, or hes out for too long. Which is understandable, he spent maybe 34+ years locked in a cage and abused. But i never get angry when he bites or chews things hes not supposed to, because he's my baby. I wish i could have been there for him before, but im glad im here for him now.
But when my dad died after, i immediately took him in, spoiling the baby, and learning how to read his behavior. He knows how to say my name, i think it was a word he learned when i was a baby and got into trouble alot.. He hadn't said it for years when he lived with my dad, but now he loves to sing my name, and sing me songs. I like to think he recognized me all grown up now. Hes relearning how to use his wings again (just sucks at landing but! we are getting there.). hes still scared sometimes but hes gotten so much better it just makes me emotional. I never knew a bird could change my life. He made me realize i want to take care of animals just like him, maybe even start a bird business, making toys and perches and things. Who knows, i just know he will be the reason for it all. I love him. He has as many toys as he can imagine now, eats fresh fruits, grains, veggies and amazing pellets. I triple check every ingredient before letting anything even near him or his cage. He trusts me enough to step up, when he wants to. He will laugh when i trip, and even mock my coughing. His journey to finding his personality is something i dont think ill ever get tired about. He still gets overwhelmed, when he flies too much, or hes out for too long. Which is understandable, he spent maybe 34+ years locked in a cage and abused. But i never get angry when he bites or chews things hes not supposed to, because he's my baby. I wish i could have been there for him before, but im glad im here for him now.