Jumpingtadpoles
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- Oct 22, 2013
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- Parrots
- We are looking for a bird for our family. It's very much like we are pregnant and waiting for the day the new addition comes to the family!
First, I'm going to tell you I was warned. I am educated about what it was like there. However, I honestly thought it was closer to an exception then the norm. I never expect to see what I did. I thought I would see a sad bird in the corner. I expected to see many pluckers. Many angry, screaming individuals. I just didn't expect to see blood.
I decided to use this day to go to a store, a town over, that I knew had vet wrap. I had heard they carried it for $1.99/roll.
While I was there I got kitty nail clippers, dog treats, and when i couldn't find the wrap, I asked. The nice woman showed me where it was. I was disappointed there was no neon colours. So I settled with one roll brown, one roll dark green, and 4 rolls of yellow.
I was having fun. I asked my girlfriend what you want to do now. She mentioned she had about 2 more hours until her next plans, so I asked bosleys, or the parrot refugee.
I have wanted to see for myself what this place was like.
I had been told it was horrible. And I wanted to see for myself, before I got parrots, and could infect them with the diseases I heard were rampant in this place...
I have spoken to volunteers from there. One had surrendered her own birds, and it was a decision she regretted so deeply that she decided to invest her own time to volunteer there, just to be with her birds sometimes.
Other volunteers have said no bird lives much longer then 4 years, and they all leave in a shoe box.
I have spoken to uneducated public, who usually speak of getting attacked, and no one there to help. In fact, the couple that came in at the same time as us left bleeding, horrified.
The man was so excited as we were in the thrift shop paying at the same time for our admissions. He left with a]scratch just beside his nose, down to his mouth.
I'm sure the memory won't be pleasant.
When we walked in the cockatiel flight cage is on the left. I seen several birds clinging to the cage bars for dear life. They were so scared I knew their little hearts wouldn't last long. The horror they were feeling would soon overcome them and they would die from stress and disease. They were literally petrified stiff. Wouldn't move. That was just the beginning. And it was what I actually expected to see.
To the right is another flight cage of smaller parrots. Alexandrines, conures, senegals, Indian ring necks, that size of birds. I only grazed my eyes over them, as I was distracted and drawn to a lovely fellow trying to eat my feet. This beauty looked up at me and said with its sweet voice "why! Hello!"
I returned a hello to you too, and tried to keep walking, but I ended up tripping and stepping on his little foot, so I decided to reach down and pet him. He was friendly, so I asked him to step up. This was my first friendly face.
He was pleasant, and I kept him on the crook of my arm while I walked through this particular area.
There were many birds, here, of different species. None caged, but there were cages available. There was a bonded pair of double yellows, a few cuckatoos, and a few African greys.
I really liked this fellow, with his head buried in the crook of my arm. But I was eager to go to the left, into the large area, designated flight cages for macaws.
This area is separated by thick plastic strips hanging in the door.
As i walk in the first big boy says hello loudly, then raised his head feathers. He immediately lunged angrily, which frightened me because I was looking at what he was eating. It appeared to be a tray of only seed mix. Just like you buy from walmart.
Beside that was a tray of melons and apples cut into chunks.
On that tray was a very large and mean looking boy. He lifted his wings as every featherless standing on end when he lunged I didn't jump. That seemed to anger him more. Whatever, there were tons of birds to see.
They gave us ear plugs when we were paying I the thrift store out front, and I had them stashed in my kangaroo pocket.
Suddenly one bird called. The building is made of metal, and that call echoed loudly, bouncing off the walls. The another one goes, soon it seemed they were calling I'm assuming it was a flock call. Now the call was loud, but the echo rang through me, literally buzzing my bones. I couldn't see right with every echo.
I was frantic. Quickly frantic, to pull these ear plugs from my pocket. I tried to get them I but as my head vibrated from the sound I began quickly worried about my hearing, and ran forward to the next room, also separated by thick hanging plastic.
This Next room had three flight cages.
I think it's important to say; the flighted cages are closed. They are human linked areas, that general public isn't supposed to go in.
There is a walk way through the middle of these rooms.
I was happy to be in this room.
To the left was two flight cages, one with only African greys, the other on the left had more macaws. The macaw cage had a very big bird on top of it, he climbed down and said "hi, what a big bird you are!"
To the right was a large flight cage with the larger cuckatoos. There was also a smaller macaw.. I don't know why he was there. I was still trying to gather myself from the panic attack inflicted from the last room.
I turned my attention to my friend. She was in aww at the sweet mollucans hanging on the fencing. One really caught my heart. She told me her name was Dolly.
"Hello! Hello Dolly!" She said over and over, pinning for attention. She really needed to be taught "look at me! Love me!"
She was a very large specimen. The prettiest pink. I wonder writing about her why her owners placed such an amazing bird in a place like this.
They get told things like "birds needs each other" and "this is the only right thing to do, a home is no place for a parrot". So I'm guessing they think it's best..
As we walked back, toward the door, and towards the macaw area I ran from my friend pointed out a bird.
She whispered " Oh My Gosh it's bleeding." I was still paying attention to Dolly who was following me down the side of the cage. I was crouched, trying to feed a grape off the ground. When I looked up my soul froze. Therein front of us was a clean plucked mutilator, with blood dripping down her bare chest, from a gashin her throat, an inch long, a few millimetres deep.
I knew from looking at the gash it had been there a while it looked infected, very red, and had a green crust on the upper right side. I quickly turned away and went back into the macaw room. I'd rather be in there now.
We wandered through there, and went back to the main area.
We walk straight ahead in the main area, and into he next room, also separated by plastic.
In here there was two large cuckatoo flight cages on each side, and small long flight cages in the middle. Budgies were in one, and love birds in the other.
We were immediately greeted by a loud and friendly "hello!" And an out reaching foot, with two toes bitten off to the knuckle.
I could see this game right away with this feathered gremlin. He wanted to grab me and eat me alive. Surely his toe loss was simply from another bird trying to live past his attack. This bird flowed me to the end of the room.
After the initial greeting from the gremlin the happy couple whizzed by, saying "don't go in the last room, you'll be lucky to leave within an inch of your life" the gentlemen was bleeding, and the wife looked scared. Ok. I can handle that room. Maybe
At one point I seen a group of birds in the ground having a tousle. I crouched down to watch and a cuckatoo came running to me.
"Hello!" He exclaimed as cute as can be, and then jumped up onto the fencing and reached out for me.. Oh it's you again, gremlin!
The next room was suppose to be the room all the new animals are brought in. The woman at the thrift store said they do this to start the socailization. Get them used to being around birds.
This is the room the happy couple were running from.
This room was separated by a sliding glass door. The door was being guarded on he other side by a goffin. He either wanted out, or to eat us alive first.
"No way I'm going I there" my friend exclaimed. She assured me she would help me open the door, and told me to scream if I need help opening it again. She told me if they kill me, I'm on my own.
So I took a deep breath and went in.
She closed to door behind me. I slowly stepped in to my left was two blue and golds on the floor decimating a banana box. One was picked cleaned other then the edges of her wings, and her head, and her tail feathers. I was immediately dive bombed by someone. Whoa! Then a second time, this time I know it was awhile something. As a spin, trying to see my fierce attacker, I noticed to gargoyle by the door is missing
Jesus, it's a 6 inch bird.
She lands on my back. A volunteer appears out of nowhere this is the second one I had seen. The other was mopping a cuckatoo flight cage. She helped get the perpetrator off my back and left. I've only made it 4 steps in. I notice some cages in the middle, and suddenly get dive bombed by 2 birds one lands on my back. I get frightened. I'm alone in a room with birds I don't know. Many rival me for size.
I note this and quickly step back to the door. I usher the gargoyle back to the shelf by the door. I push the heavy door back. It's obviously broken, and can't stay on the track. The gargoyle desperately tries to get out. I gently push her back in and close the door the rest of the way, hoping I didnt catch any of her toes as I did. I turn my attention to my friend.
"To the last room?" I asked. She says she doesn't know if she will go in. It's also a free flight room, where visitors can go in.
I decided to use this day to go to a store, a town over, that I knew had vet wrap. I had heard they carried it for $1.99/roll.
While I was there I got kitty nail clippers, dog treats, and when i couldn't find the wrap, I asked. The nice woman showed me where it was. I was disappointed there was no neon colours. So I settled with one roll brown, one roll dark green, and 4 rolls of yellow.
I was having fun. I asked my girlfriend what you want to do now. She mentioned she had about 2 more hours until her next plans, so I asked bosleys, or the parrot refugee.
I have wanted to see for myself what this place was like.
I had been told it was horrible. And I wanted to see for myself, before I got parrots, and could infect them with the diseases I heard were rampant in this place...
I have spoken to volunteers from there. One had surrendered her own birds, and it was a decision she regretted so deeply that she decided to invest her own time to volunteer there, just to be with her birds sometimes.
Other volunteers have said no bird lives much longer then 4 years, and they all leave in a shoe box.
I have spoken to uneducated public, who usually speak of getting attacked, and no one there to help. In fact, the couple that came in at the same time as us left bleeding, horrified.
The man was so excited as we were in the thrift shop paying at the same time for our admissions. He left with a]scratch just beside his nose, down to his mouth.
I'm sure the memory won't be pleasant.
When we walked in the cockatiel flight cage is on the left. I seen several birds clinging to the cage bars for dear life. They were so scared I knew their little hearts wouldn't last long. The horror they were feeling would soon overcome them and they would die from stress and disease. They were literally petrified stiff. Wouldn't move. That was just the beginning. And it was what I actually expected to see.
To the right is another flight cage of smaller parrots. Alexandrines, conures, senegals, Indian ring necks, that size of birds. I only grazed my eyes over them, as I was distracted and drawn to a lovely fellow trying to eat my feet. This beauty looked up at me and said with its sweet voice "why! Hello!"
I returned a hello to you too, and tried to keep walking, but I ended up tripping and stepping on his little foot, so I decided to reach down and pet him. He was friendly, so I asked him to step up. This was my first friendly face.
He was pleasant, and I kept him on the crook of my arm while I walked through this particular area.
There were many birds, here, of different species. None caged, but there were cages available. There was a bonded pair of double yellows, a few cuckatoos, and a few African greys.
I really liked this fellow, with his head buried in the crook of my arm. But I was eager to go to the left, into the large area, designated flight cages for macaws.
This area is separated by thick plastic strips hanging in the door.
As i walk in the first big boy says hello loudly, then raised his head feathers. He immediately lunged angrily, which frightened me because I was looking at what he was eating. It appeared to be a tray of only seed mix. Just like you buy from walmart.
Beside that was a tray of melons and apples cut into chunks.
On that tray was a very large and mean looking boy. He lifted his wings as every featherless standing on end when he lunged I didn't jump. That seemed to anger him more. Whatever, there were tons of birds to see.
They gave us ear plugs when we were paying I the thrift store out front, and I had them stashed in my kangaroo pocket.
Suddenly one bird called. The building is made of metal, and that call echoed loudly, bouncing off the walls. The another one goes, soon it seemed they were calling I'm assuming it was a flock call. Now the call was loud, but the echo rang through me, literally buzzing my bones. I couldn't see right with every echo.
I was frantic. Quickly frantic, to pull these ear plugs from my pocket. I tried to get them I but as my head vibrated from the sound I began quickly worried about my hearing, and ran forward to the next room, also separated by thick hanging plastic.
This Next room had three flight cages.
I think it's important to say; the flighted cages are closed. They are human linked areas, that general public isn't supposed to go in.
There is a walk way through the middle of these rooms.
I was happy to be in this room.
To the left was two flight cages, one with only African greys, the other on the left had more macaws. The macaw cage had a very big bird on top of it, he climbed down and said "hi, what a big bird you are!"
To the right was a large flight cage with the larger cuckatoos. There was also a smaller macaw.. I don't know why he was there. I was still trying to gather myself from the panic attack inflicted from the last room.
I turned my attention to my friend. She was in aww at the sweet mollucans hanging on the fencing. One really caught my heart. She told me her name was Dolly.
"Hello! Hello Dolly!" She said over and over, pinning for attention. She really needed to be taught "look at me! Love me!"
She was a very large specimen. The prettiest pink. I wonder writing about her why her owners placed such an amazing bird in a place like this.
They get told things like "birds needs each other" and "this is the only right thing to do, a home is no place for a parrot". So I'm guessing they think it's best..
As we walked back, toward the door, and towards the macaw area I ran from my friend pointed out a bird.
She whispered " Oh My Gosh it's bleeding." I was still paying attention to Dolly who was following me down the side of the cage. I was crouched, trying to feed a grape off the ground. When I looked up my soul froze. Therein front of us was a clean plucked mutilator, with blood dripping down her bare chest, from a gashin her throat, an inch long, a few millimetres deep.
I knew from looking at the gash it had been there a while it looked infected, very red, and had a green crust on the upper right side. I quickly turned away and went back into the macaw room. I'd rather be in there now.
We wandered through there, and went back to the main area.
We walk straight ahead in the main area, and into he next room, also separated by plastic.
In here there was two large cuckatoo flight cages on each side, and small long flight cages in the middle. Budgies were in one, and love birds in the other.
We were immediately greeted by a loud and friendly "hello!" And an out reaching foot, with two toes bitten off to the knuckle.
I could see this game right away with this feathered gremlin. He wanted to grab me and eat me alive. Surely his toe loss was simply from another bird trying to live past his attack. This bird flowed me to the end of the room.
After the initial greeting from the gremlin the happy couple whizzed by, saying "don't go in the last room, you'll be lucky to leave within an inch of your life" the gentlemen was bleeding, and the wife looked scared. Ok. I can handle that room. Maybe
At one point I seen a group of birds in the ground having a tousle. I crouched down to watch and a cuckatoo came running to me.
"Hello!" He exclaimed as cute as can be, and then jumped up onto the fencing and reached out for me.. Oh it's you again, gremlin!
The next room was suppose to be the room all the new animals are brought in. The woman at the thrift store said they do this to start the socailization. Get them used to being around birds.
This is the room the happy couple were running from.
This room was separated by a sliding glass door. The door was being guarded on he other side by a goffin. He either wanted out, or to eat us alive first.
"No way I'm going I there" my friend exclaimed. She assured me she would help me open the door, and told me to scream if I need help opening it again. She told me if they kill me, I'm on my own.
So I took a deep breath and went in.
She closed to door behind me. I slowly stepped in to my left was two blue and golds on the floor decimating a banana box. One was picked cleaned other then the edges of her wings, and her head, and her tail feathers. I was immediately dive bombed by someone. Whoa! Then a second time, this time I know it was awhile something. As a spin, trying to see my fierce attacker, I noticed to gargoyle by the door is missing
Jesus, it's a 6 inch bird.
She lands on my back. A volunteer appears out of nowhere this is the second one I had seen. The other was mopping a cuckatoo flight cage. She helped get the perpetrator off my back and left. I've only made it 4 steps in. I notice some cages in the middle, and suddenly get dive bombed by 2 birds one lands on my back. I get frightened. I'm alone in a room with birds I don't know. Many rival me for size.
I note this and quickly step back to the door. I usher the gargoyle back to the shelf by the door. I push the heavy door back. It's obviously broken, and can't stay on the track. The gargoyle desperately tries to get out. I gently push her back in and close the door the rest of the way, hoping I didnt catch any of her toes as I did. I turn my attention to my friend.
"To the last room?" I asked. She says she doesn't know if she will go in. It's also a free flight room, where visitors can go in.
