squirrlsong
New member
- Jul 21, 2019
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- Parrots
- GCC - Mike
Umbrella - JP
William is my pineapple GCC who is about 7 years old.
I've had him since 11/18/19, but he came from a "family friend" who I had trusted him with while I dealt with my mental health where I couldn't have pets. I didn't think he would be treated so poorly in the time he was there, and when I visited they seemed to shape up.
It wasn't until I came back to bring him into my life again that I realized they hadn't been people I could trust with him.
Trigger warning for the next part in italics.
I found him in his cage in an unfinished room by a door. Away from everyone. His cage was empty minus the stands I had in there from when I gave him to them. No toys, or food. There was a water bowl, empty. Some millet and that was it.
His cage was disgusting. I had to take it to a car wash to pressure wash it clean, and it still didn't get everything off. I learned that he never liked them, never let them put food in his cage or touch them. They wore gloves when they would do anything because he would bite so hard they would shake him off.
He's always been my special boy... and at one point they had told me they were thinking of keeping him. We drifted apart. Until I got a message to "Come take this crazy bird"
I've never been one to think birds can be "crazy."
That's beside the point, I want this to be a place where I could document my story with William, who has clicked back into my life so well you'd think he'd never left.
There are some roadblocks, and we've both changed (Me for the better
)
The next post will be about his improvements coming home.
I've had him since 11/18/19, but he came from a "family friend" who I had trusted him with while I dealt with my mental health where I couldn't have pets. I didn't think he would be treated so poorly in the time he was there, and when I visited they seemed to shape up.
It wasn't until I came back to bring him into my life again that I realized they hadn't been people I could trust with him.
Trigger warning for the next part in italics.
I found him in his cage in an unfinished room by a door. Away from everyone. His cage was empty minus the stands I had in there from when I gave him to them. No toys, or food. There was a water bowl, empty. Some millet and that was it.
His cage was disgusting. I had to take it to a car wash to pressure wash it clean, and it still didn't get everything off. I learned that he never liked them, never let them put food in his cage or touch them. They wore gloves when they would do anything because he would bite so hard they would shake him off.
He's always been my special boy... and at one point they had told me they were thinking of keeping him. We drifted apart. Until I got a message to "Come take this crazy bird"
I've never been one to think birds can be "crazy."
That's beside the point, I want this to be a place where I could document my story with William, who has clicked back into my life so well you'd think he'd never left.
There are some roadblocks, and we've both changed (Me for the better
) The next post will be about his improvements coming home.
