Birdman666
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- Sep 18, 2013
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- Parrots
- Presently have six Greenwing Macaw (17 yo), Red Fronted Macaw (12 yo), Red Lored Amazon (17 y.o.), Lilac Crowned Amazon (about 43 y.o.) and a Congo African Grey (11 y.o.)
Panama Amazon (1 Y.O.)
Shocking Discoveries
There’s little known about “Mr I Gotta Take a Shot at Everyone,” Zonzilla here. Very little information was passed on about him when he came in. It’s not uncommon. Typically, when people surrender their once beloved pet, they’re too embarrassed or ashamed to tell us a bit about their likes and dislikes. The real excitement lies in figuring all this stuff out.
I get a brilliant idea…
Let’s see how brave his 12” butt is without the protection of the cage!
Actually, he’s still pretty brave! Of all the things I’ve done lately, that probably wasn’t my smartest move. In fact, it was pretty dumb. All of a sudden I was dealing with Edward Scissorbeak who was now loose in my house like a kamikaze pilot on sake with absolutely no apprehensions about being on the floor and charging your feet.
Essentially, I’m screwed. Umm.. yeah I’m actually real screwed.
It took 2 hours to get him back in his cage. 2 long, terrifying hours as he flew from one room to the other. At certain intervals, I’d leave him alone just to see what he would do. Ok, the truth is, he’s got more energy than me. I needed to stop and rest, catch my breath, get a bigger towel, eat something, take a nap…. You get the idea. His spirit animal is a bobcat. Blue’s spirit animal is a guinea pig, apparently. Here’s the part where I hope she’s too ADHD to realize what an advantage the green thing has over me.
He steps out on the door, takes another shot at biting me. He lunges at me. I lunged back at him. The whole process really threw him off balance emotionally and he decides it’s in his best interest to make his way up to the new playgym. After a few minutes he starts checking it out, beaking on every toy I have hanging off it, checking out every step up to the top and then back down again. After a few minutes he finds his way back to the open door, looks dead at me and says “F**k yeah! Rock n roll!” and starts bobbing his head, eyes flashing.
Well… ok! I guess that answers a few questions. If nothing else, that should tell me what kind of home he came out of. I’m waiting for him to ask me for a beer and/or if I want to smoke a bowl or something. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised. However, this isn't Colorado!
:32:Having done this little dance, with a few zonzillas of my own in the past I definitely enjoyed hearing that someone else goes through this. Next time he charges at your feet, grab a couch cushion, and charge back... Don't look so bad now little bird, do ya?!