|Tucker, CGC,- TDI|
|Barked: Fri Apr 16, '10 10:51pm PST |
|Wow, Tiller, that's a scary story, and unfortunately I have heard its like a time or two before. For several years, starting in my twenties, I mentored with a wonderful breeder of parrots, and all of my parrots, except for Bogie, my yellow nape, I actually raised myself. Anyway, being in Florida, we had a lot of snowbirds who would come down in the winters and buy birds, and then so and so back home would want one and would want to have it shipped. Most of the horror stories I've heard about have been more along the lines of mishandling and stupidity, rather than theft, but we had one too many close call and that was that. No more shipping. I'm glad your story ended happily ... sounds like a close one!
Sadly enough, I am also parrotless, going on three years now, and I absolutely hate it! For me it was medical ... I started having trouble breathing, started making the rounds of doctors, and finally after about a year of making the rounds and refusing to listen to what the doctors were telling me, I was basically told that either I "got rid of" my parrots or risked permanant lung damage. Fortunately, I was able to, with the help of another breeder friend, find wonderful homes for all of them. As socialized as they were, I know they are fine, and in fact I have heard through my friends that helped me place them that they are all doing wonderfully, but it was quite a blow. As you know, the lovely thing about parrots is that even the smaller guys can live twenty or thirty years, and the macaws, 'zons, and other big guys sixty to eighty. With dogs and cats breaking your heart by only sticking around fifteen or so, it was always a huge comfort to me that I'd have my parrots for a long long time, and that a couple of them would likely outlive me. Unfortunately, that didn't happen.
I agre with you about the blue and golds. As popular as they are, I got to know a good number of them, and there is, as you know, good reason for their popularity. Pretty "steady Eddies," most of them, nice and stable, very engaging, and not for nothing did they get the nickname "blue 'toos." Other than my Alexandrines, which above all others I adore, the macaws were my favorites. I confess that, like you, there is that part of me that wants the "biggest" and the "most," but beyond that I just love(d) how tactile they are ... that huge beak touching so gently, and the way they use their tongues ... just too precious. And of course the way they oh-so-charmingly blush when excited!
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