Jaime1215
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Iām not sure if this is the place to put this. It just makes me so, so sad.
A few weeks ago, right after we got Percy, we went to this locally owned pet store. They generally have a variety of birds, mostly parrots, among other animals. The budgies and cockatiels are kept in what I can only describe as a ātouch tankā similar to aquariums, where anyone (small children included) can just grab at them and pick them up. Every one of those birds has its wings clipped so youāll see them trying to get away and just fall to the floor. Itās sad enough that way and I had a problem then.
Now theyāve got a gorgeous scarlet macaw baby. I say baby because heās only 1 year old, heās got a pretty long life ahead of him (one would hope). I was sitting there fawning over him because the poor thing just looked miserable. The kid (maybe 17 at most) that worked there was informing the group around him of his age, the fact that he had never been caged, and that he had never had his wings clipped... until now. As I was standing there, I asked how much time outside the cage he gets and I was told he is out all day, theyāre just about to close so he was put away... in a cage with a chain and padlock. Really great in case something happens and you need quick access to assist the newly handicapped bird you created.
While I was talking to the bird, his name was Achilles, he came up and asked me politely to step up... one foot up and everything. At this point the tears in my eyes are welling up as I tell him how sorry I am that I canāt hold him and love him and bring him home right now. He, of course, asked again... in the most pathetic whiny voice that I have ever heard from a parrot. Of course this poor little one had no idea what heād done wrong to end up locked up with his flight taken from him. He got pretty frustrated and loud when his polite attempts werenāt acknowledged. Iām sure he was cursing me in macaw, but I donāt speak it.
I returned the other day to visit him because hey, he was supposed to be out all day and only locked up at night... well...there he sat in all his gorgeous glory, chained and padlocked into that cage... looking absolutely miserable. No interest, eyes were so desperate and sad, quietly asked to step up as if he already knew the answer. He stuck his beak through the bars trying to squish his way out and trying to break the chain on his door. I just pet his little (ok gigantic) beak and told him that Iād come to see him again soon because he was a good boy.
If I had the money and the space, that little boy would already have a home with me. At least until I could find someone that was better versed in large parrots. If anyone is ever in or around Mobile, Alabama and looking for a new family member in the macaw form, I know one that could really use a home before the grabbing kids and finger poking folks change him too much.
A few weeks ago, right after we got Percy, we went to this locally owned pet store. They generally have a variety of birds, mostly parrots, among other animals. The budgies and cockatiels are kept in what I can only describe as a ātouch tankā similar to aquariums, where anyone (small children included) can just grab at them and pick them up. Every one of those birds has its wings clipped so youāll see them trying to get away and just fall to the floor. Itās sad enough that way and I had a problem then.
Now theyāve got a gorgeous scarlet macaw baby. I say baby because heās only 1 year old, heās got a pretty long life ahead of him (one would hope). I was sitting there fawning over him because the poor thing just looked miserable. The kid (maybe 17 at most) that worked there was informing the group around him of his age, the fact that he had never been caged, and that he had never had his wings clipped... until now. As I was standing there, I asked how much time outside the cage he gets and I was told he is out all day, theyāre just about to close so he was put away... in a cage with a chain and padlock. Really great in case something happens and you need quick access to assist the newly handicapped bird you created.
While I was talking to the bird, his name was Achilles, he came up and asked me politely to step up... one foot up and everything. At this point the tears in my eyes are welling up as I tell him how sorry I am that I canāt hold him and love him and bring him home right now. He, of course, asked again... in the most pathetic whiny voice that I have ever heard from a parrot. Of course this poor little one had no idea what heād done wrong to end up locked up with his flight taken from him. He got pretty frustrated and loud when his polite attempts werenāt acknowledged. Iām sure he was cursing me in macaw, but I donāt speak it.
I returned the other day to visit him because hey, he was supposed to be out all day and only locked up at night... well...there he sat in all his gorgeous glory, chained and padlocked into that cage... looking absolutely miserable. No interest, eyes were so desperate and sad, quietly asked to step up as if he already knew the answer. He stuck his beak through the bars trying to squish his way out and trying to break the chain on his door. I just pet his little (ok gigantic) beak and told him that Iād come to see him again soon because he was a good boy.
If I had the money and the space, that little boy would already have a home with me. At least until I could find someone that was better versed in large parrots. If anyone is ever in or around Mobile, Alabama and looking for a new family member in the macaw form, I know one that could really use a home before the grabbing kids and finger poking folks change him too much.