ivysaur
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- Jul 30, 2012
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- Parrots
- Ivy: Canary-winged Parakeet (Brotogeris versicolurus)
All year, we waited for our little girl to have her first molt and FINALLY grow in some flight feathers. Oh how we waited and talked about having a flying bird! Spring came around and slowly but surely the feathers came in, strong and beautiful and perfect.
Watching her learn to fly was the best part. At first she didn't believe she could do it. Then she started taking off only to crash-land, attempting to land on her wings instead of her feet. After a few weeks she figured out how to turn and soon she was Queen of the Skies, going wherever she pleased and performing incredible maneuvers!
We moved to our new place July 1st. She was worried about it at first but felt at home in a few days. Everything seemed perfect. But this past Thursday, the unthinkable happened: i stupidly left the sliding door open and my boyfriend turned on the new vacuum which scares her, unlike the old one. We both cried out in utter horror as we watched her tiny green butt disappear out into the backyard.
Ivy and I are thicker than thieves. We are totally bonded and joined at the hip. Obviously she immediately regretted her decision and started contact calling to me from a tree in the neighbor's yard. All I remember is crying and yelling and running and chasing her. Hours passed as we stood under that tree, calling back and forth and holding each other and hating ourselves. Our little girl seemed doomed.
We tried shaking her food container, dropping pellets into her dish, rattling her favorite foot toys. We set her travel cage under the tree to coax her down. We cried and cried. My boyfriend's mom came to give moral support, not that she could do much else. Ivy was happy to hear her voice and got all riled up and flew again--down the street into a different tree.
Luckily we live in a residential neighborhood with sparse traffic. We were able to stand out there for a long time, contact calling back and forth. But things got bleaker and bleaker. We hadn't eaten in who knows how long. Desolate, we pulled ourselves away and ordered a pizza. We couldn't even taste it. I cried and sobbed that my little girl was in that tree and I walked away, I abandoned her. We went back. We had to. She's our world.
But night was falling. We all know how our fids shut down in the dark--it's scary when you can't see anything. We knew we had to give up for the night. We knew we had to leave her for real this time. We held each other and cried until we couldn't anymore. We drank ourselves to sleep.
My eyes flew open at the crack of dawn, puffy and swollen from last night's tears. I threw on shoes and ran straight to that tree. "Ivy, are you still there? Are you still there honey???"
A frantic contact call erupted from the highest branches.
She waited all night for me.
Hysterical, I called my boyfriend and told him she was still here. We both had the day off. We swore we would not do another thing until our baby girl was safe and sound. We would do anything it took. Her joy at our voices sent her into a different tree. A visit from a tree service we called sent her into a third one. She made visual contact with me for the first time and swooped over my head repeatedly, trying to land but still so afraid. Always contact calling. Always wanting to get to me but woefully incapable.
Then, two hours after dawn, it happened.
After so many daunting trees--impossibly tall, completely branchless, she finally landed in a short one. One with tons of small, close-together branches. My boyfriend went for the ladder and up he climbed with a cloth bag.
Ivy's reaction is unforgettable. She made smoochy sounds, meaning she's happy, and from the furthest-out, tiniest little branch, began to calmly preen herself. For fifteen minutes. "Oh, nice of you to join me up here!"
Laughing at her, we called and reasoned with her. I showed her almonds. My boyfriend tapped the branch and told her to step up. He pretended to eat something. That almost worked. Then we decided to employ a fake abandonment tactic--her least favorite thing! Heaven forbid we ever leave her alone! So my boyfriend says "Bye Ivy!" and makes like he's climbing down when....
Ivy flies right to his shoulder!!!
"Do you have her?!" I called out, unable to see through the branches. He said yes. He said YES! She was in the bag!!!!
I have never been so hysterically happy. Those few moments watching them climb down to me were unbearable. I hopped around the base of the tree, laugh-crying ridiculously and yelling to my boyfriend that I'd marry him on the spot!
After one bag escape attempt and a gentle re-stuffing, the bag was handed down to me. She was silent. I put my hand under it to feel her weight and tiny toes in my hand. Was it really happening??? I ran as fast as I could back to the house and pulled her out! There she was, all in one piece, acting like nothing even happened! Needless to say the flight feathers were IMMEDIATELY clipped! Privileges lost! We got her snacks and water ASAP and endless hugs and happy tears. We had achieved the impossible.
Long story short, love made it possible. The love Ivy had for us kept her always calling for us so we could find her. The love my boyfriend's mother got us through the first horrible hours. The love we have for each other got us through the night. And the love my boyfriend has for that little bird saved her life.
Don't put yourself through this or through something with a much worse ending. Clip your fids. If you're really against it, keep them contained. Because you WILL make a mistake and it only takes one.
Here's my boyfriend trying to coax Ivy down. She's that tiny green blob on the right!!!
Watching her learn to fly was the best part. At first she didn't believe she could do it. Then she started taking off only to crash-land, attempting to land on her wings instead of her feet. After a few weeks she figured out how to turn and soon she was Queen of the Skies, going wherever she pleased and performing incredible maneuvers!
We moved to our new place July 1st. She was worried about it at first but felt at home in a few days. Everything seemed perfect. But this past Thursday, the unthinkable happened: i stupidly left the sliding door open and my boyfriend turned on the new vacuum which scares her, unlike the old one. We both cried out in utter horror as we watched her tiny green butt disappear out into the backyard.
Ivy and I are thicker than thieves. We are totally bonded and joined at the hip. Obviously she immediately regretted her decision and started contact calling to me from a tree in the neighbor's yard. All I remember is crying and yelling and running and chasing her. Hours passed as we stood under that tree, calling back and forth and holding each other and hating ourselves. Our little girl seemed doomed.
We tried shaking her food container, dropping pellets into her dish, rattling her favorite foot toys. We set her travel cage under the tree to coax her down. We cried and cried. My boyfriend's mom came to give moral support, not that she could do much else. Ivy was happy to hear her voice and got all riled up and flew again--down the street into a different tree.
Luckily we live in a residential neighborhood with sparse traffic. We were able to stand out there for a long time, contact calling back and forth. But things got bleaker and bleaker. We hadn't eaten in who knows how long. Desolate, we pulled ourselves away and ordered a pizza. We couldn't even taste it. I cried and sobbed that my little girl was in that tree and I walked away, I abandoned her. We went back. We had to. She's our world.
But night was falling. We all know how our fids shut down in the dark--it's scary when you can't see anything. We knew we had to give up for the night. We knew we had to leave her for real this time. We held each other and cried until we couldn't anymore. We drank ourselves to sleep.
My eyes flew open at the crack of dawn, puffy and swollen from last night's tears. I threw on shoes and ran straight to that tree. "Ivy, are you still there? Are you still there honey???"
A frantic contact call erupted from the highest branches.
She waited all night for me.
Hysterical, I called my boyfriend and told him she was still here. We both had the day off. We swore we would not do another thing until our baby girl was safe and sound. We would do anything it took. Her joy at our voices sent her into a different tree. A visit from a tree service we called sent her into a third one. She made visual contact with me for the first time and swooped over my head repeatedly, trying to land but still so afraid. Always contact calling. Always wanting to get to me but woefully incapable.
Then, two hours after dawn, it happened.
After so many daunting trees--impossibly tall, completely branchless, she finally landed in a short one. One with tons of small, close-together branches. My boyfriend went for the ladder and up he climbed with a cloth bag.
Ivy's reaction is unforgettable. She made smoochy sounds, meaning she's happy, and from the furthest-out, tiniest little branch, began to calmly preen herself. For fifteen minutes. "Oh, nice of you to join me up here!"
Laughing at her, we called and reasoned with her. I showed her almonds. My boyfriend tapped the branch and told her to step up. He pretended to eat something. That almost worked. Then we decided to employ a fake abandonment tactic--her least favorite thing! Heaven forbid we ever leave her alone! So my boyfriend says "Bye Ivy!" and makes like he's climbing down when....
Ivy flies right to his shoulder!!!
"Do you have her?!" I called out, unable to see through the branches. He said yes. He said YES! She was in the bag!!!!
I have never been so hysterically happy. Those few moments watching them climb down to me were unbearable. I hopped around the base of the tree, laugh-crying ridiculously and yelling to my boyfriend that I'd marry him on the spot!
After one bag escape attempt and a gentle re-stuffing, the bag was handed down to me. She was silent. I put my hand under it to feel her weight and tiny toes in my hand. Was it really happening??? I ran as fast as I could back to the house and pulled her out! There she was, all in one piece, acting like nothing even happened! Needless to say the flight feathers were IMMEDIATELY clipped! Privileges lost! We got her snacks and water ASAP and endless hugs and happy tears. We had achieved the impossible.
Long story short, love made it possible. The love Ivy had for us kept her always calling for us so we could find her. The love my boyfriend's mother got us through the first horrible hours. The love we have for each other got us through the night. And the love my boyfriend has for that little bird saved her life.
Don't put yourself through this or through something with a much worse ending. Clip your fids. If you're really against it, keep them contained. Because you WILL make a mistake and it only takes one.
Here's my boyfriend trying to coax Ivy down. She's that tiny green blob on the right!!!