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well, baby bird is tripping me out.
He's got feathers, when I got back from Florida last weekend, one foot appeared to be in non working order. He doesn't freak if I try to move it. It just didn't grasp, and didn't appear to support his weight on that side. He also started this weird head thing about 5 hours before we left friday, tipping it all the way to one side, then upside down! Like an owl almost! (which he's NOT) I've been taking him outside, and he's started hopping around again like he was friday, but it's taken him this long to recover from whatever happened to him while I was gone. I really don't think Alek meant to hurt him, and I KNOW Holly is good with animals (she has about 5 rescue ferrets and a rescue iguana she's holding until homes are found) plus it seems like birds are so fragile that if it had been major it would have killed him.
He's not dead, just really really weird. I've never really been around birds much though, so I'm no expert.
I had a guy call me back. I'd left a message on his machine, he was one of the original numbers I'd gotten off the internet, oh about two years out of date. He was very impressed though that I'd not only kept him alive a week, but that he was hopping and cheeping and fluttering wings. Well now he's not doing any of that. Sometimes he actually falls over on his back he's leaning so far to one side!!
When he's outside he'll hop a bit, clean his feathers, and poke at the ground with his beak. But it's so damn hot out there, I can't be out with him all day watching! Other birds where swooping and trying to get him when I wasn't close enough *sigh* he really looks like he should be flying right now. It's like he's gone half retarded from being inside, and 20 minutes outside fixes it all!
I'd keep his cage out there all the time, but then I couldn't hear him to feed him *sigh*
And all I can do is just laugh when I remember that bitch becky telling me I'm a bad pet parent because I put our puppy down. The dog acted like a wolf. Later I found out, that he was a doubly incestous dog, His mom was a product of a mated brother/sister then his mom mated with her brother (rednecks not neutering their animals ARGH!) so it explains a lot of his behaviour. But still, I'm so laughably a bad pet mom. I give my guinea pig paper cuz it looks bored, I made her little hanging wooden toys to play with. I spend hours petting my cat, playing 'fishing for kittie' with it. And I've spent weeks taking care of a poor orphaned bird because I was to freaking tender-hearted to think of it being devoured by fire ants. Becky would have walked on by.
arrgh. Becky is a whole 'nother story. She wants 'us' to come over to her house for a bbq. I'd say fuck her. But her fiance is E's best friend and it's not like E makes those easily, just like me. I don't want to go, and if I have to invent something I will. Maybe I'll just clean the house and put myself in enough pain I'll need to drug up and will be hazy for the whole damn thing. I dunno, maybe I'll NOT go and let them think I'm a pouting bitch. Because I don't really care what they think of me. Becky doesn't like me, she likes Ethan, she likes the fact that she knows I'm home and if her daughter is sick she can call me and I'll watch her. We had a huge blow up two Saturdays ago, she basically told me she doesn't like me, I'm a bitch, I tell fake stories all the time (E laughed and said I'm the most honest person he knows and she should look in a mirror) I'm an attention hog, and I'm a slut who will sleep with anything just to get attention because my husband doesn't give me any.
ok, I provoked her enough to make her say it, because I wanted honesty out of her mouth instead of the bullshit platitudes she'd been giving me 'of COURSE I like you!' *snort*
I know I'm not the easiest person to get to know, let alone like for long periods of time. I'm alone in my head to often and I just can't read people like I should. Their little glances and such just go right over my head. I should have been a science geek, instead I'm me. I've never even played D & D sadly, ok, never played any role playing games! ack!
But gads, ok whatever. I have dear friends, I have good kids, and I have books.
Yes, Life is Good.
He's got feathers, when I got back from Florida last weekend, one foot appeared to be in non working order. He doesn't freak if I try to move it. It just didn't grasp, and didn't appear to support his weight on that side. He also started this weird head thing about 5 hours before we left friday, tipping it all the way to one side, then upside down! Like an owl almost! (which he's NOT) I've been taking him outside, and he's started hopping around again like he was friday, but it's taken him this long to recover from whatever happened to him while I was gone. I really don't think Alek meant to hurt him, and I KNOW Holly is good with animals (she has about 5 rescue ferrets and a rescue iguana she's holding until homes are found) plus it seems like birds are so fragile that if it had been major it would have killed him.
He's not dead, just really really weird. I've never really been around birds much though, so I'm no expert.
I had a guy call me back. I'd left a message on his machine, he was one of the original numbers I'd gotten off the internet, oh about two years out of date. He was very impressed though that I'd not only kept him alive a week, but that he was hopping and cheeping and fluttering wings. Well now he's not doing any of that. Sometimes he actually falls over on his back he's leaning so far to one side!!
When he's outside he'll hop a bit, clean his feathers, and poke at the ground with his beak. But it's so damn hot out there, I can't be out with him all day watching! Other birds where swooping and trying to get him when I wasn't close enough *sigh* he really looks like he should be flying right now. It's like he's gone half retarded from being inside, and 20 minutes outside fixes it all!
I'd keep his cage out there all the time, but then I couldn't hear him to feed him *sigh*
And all I can do is just laugh when I remember that bitch becky telling me I'm a bad pet parent because I put our puppy down. The dog acted like a wolf. Later I found out, that he was a doubly incestous dog, His mom was a product of a mated brother/sister then his mom mated with her brother (rednecks not neutering their animals ARGH!) so it explains a lot of his behaviour. But still, I'm so laughably a bad pet mom. I give my guinea pig paper cuz it looks bored, I made her little hanging wooden toys to play with. I spend hours petting my cat, playing 'fishing for kittie' with it. And I've spent weeks taking care of a poor orphaned bird because I was to freaking tender-hearted to think of it being devoured by fire ants. Becky would have walked on by.
arrgh. Becky is a whole 'nother story. She wants 'us' to come over to her house for a bbq. I'd say fuck her. But her fiance is E's best friend and it's not like E makes those easily, just like me. I don't want to go, and if I have to invent something I will. Maybe I'll just clean the house and put myself in enough pain I'll need to drug up and will be hazy for the whole damn thing. I dunno, maybe I'll NOT go and let them think I'm a pouting bitch. Because I don't really care what they think of me. Becky doesn't like me, she likes Ethan, she likes the fact that she knows I'm home and if her daughter is sick she can call me and I'll watch her. We had a huge blow up two Saturdays ago, she basically told me she doesn't like me, I'm a bitch, I tell fake stories all the time (E laughed and said I'm the most honest person he knows and she should look in a mirror) I'm an attention hog, and I'm a slut who will sleep with anything just to get attention because my husband doesn't give me any.
ok, I provoked her enough to make her say it, because I wanted honesty out of her mouth instead of the bullshit platitudes she'd been giving me 'of COURSE I like you!' *snort*
I know I'm not the easiest person to get to know, let alone like for long periods of time. I'm alone in my head to often and I just can't read people like I should. Their little glances and such just go right over my head. I should have been a science geek, instead I'm me. I've never even played D & D sadly, ok, never played any role playing games! ack!
But gads, ok whatever. I have dear friends, I have good kids, and I have books.
Yes, Life is Good.