Update on RK:
Some months ago I mentioned what I thought was an injured (old injury) left wing on RK. To this day despite lots of time out to work the work the wings, RK can’t fly more than a glide from place to place. He then allows the wing to droop for a while.
RK also had bare drumsticks when he came home. Putting all these things together has made me conclude that prior to coming home, he was roughly handled to the point of injury.
No wonder RK has struggled with fear and biting. I’ve come to respect the fact that he likely won’t be one to handle by stepping up. Perhaps in time? But for now i coddle Kevin and offer food, scratches, company and shelter. He calls me every day by the nickname my daughter gave me, “Mermy.” It’s hilarious! He calls and knows I’ll come.
Why give this background story? To sensitize future parrot owners to the complicated world of parrots. They are a high commitment and a lifetime commitment.
Rant over.
Kevin is my lifetime work and friend. I feel sad life was unkind to him before us.
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